Mercy
I stood in the waterIn the middle month of winterMy camel skin was tortureI was in a state of natureThe wind, sir, it was wickedI was so aloneJust as I predictedMy followers were gone
And I cried 'Mercy'Have mercy upon meAnd I got down on my knees
Thrown into a dungeonBread and water was my portionFaith - my only weaponTo rest the devil's legionThe speak-hole would slide openA viper's voice would pleadThick with innuendoSyphilis and Greed
And she cried 'Mercy'Have mercy upon meAnd I told her to get down on her knees
In a garden full of rosesMy hands, tied behind meMy cousin was working miraclesI wondered if he'd find meThe moon was turned toward meLike a platter made of goldMy death, it almost bored meSo often was it told
And I cried 'Mercy'I cried mercy on meCrying 'Mercy'Have mercy on me