Griminsky's Soul

Lurking in the shadows, rivers start to freeze
 He's the curse of charity, root of all disease
 Cross his hand with silver, your money turns to lead
 Every little thing becomes obscene
 Penetrating gloom, his eyes dead bright
 Call him monster, call him evil, wretched sodomite
 He's offering the subtle sins, freely left beside the bins
 See his nails and teeth and conscience gleam
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 Gargoyle on the church wall, poison in the graves
 Fiend of all misfortune, God of all we crave
 Guardian of forbidden fruit and hidden hot hareems
 Delights we only visit in our dreams
 Clearing out the gutters, winter's at its might
 Call him vulture, call him evil, wretched parasite
 Courting our disgraces, flirting with the ladies
 Nothing like the kind of man he seems
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
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 Keeper to the secret, sordid keys of shame
 Call him foul, but right now just look the other way
 Captain of hypocrisy, lord of lust and buggery
 Infidel and pox-begotten shade
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 Griminsky's soul
 All nations know his name
 Fascination and blame
 Pretty paintings in cellars will forever bear the blame
 And hang in shame
 All nations know his name
 Fascination and blame
 Pretty paintings in cellars will forever bear the blame
 And hang in shame
 And hang in shame
 And hang in shame