Letras
When he came to me, he was a tormented boy.
Tormented by guilt. I tried to counsel him.
But the eating... it filled him with white light.
Fearful he swore to me he felt the touch of god.
He didn't just eat their bodies, he ate their souls.
...and I joined in.
They were all whores. Nobody cared for them. Nobody would miss them.
He didn't just eat their bodies, he ate their souls.