Sade III: Mors in Excelsis Deo Lyrics

Wicked whores who stand before me
Shut your filthy mouths and obey me
Your beshitted asses must be reamed
of all vestiges of sin and corruption
by my holy pontifical prick

Brothers and sisters in this great fiasco of existence
Vulnerable little lambs
Prey to all vulturous evils of the world
Let me, mediator to the great afterlife,
bestow a plenary indulgence on your poor, buggered asses

By the lord's putrid cock
To your knees for the papal blessing!
Confess to me...
Unburden yourselves of the millstone of sins
Repent to me...
Lift your souls from the muck of guilt
Come with me….
Sodomize the son of man!
He who defrauded the masses
Sodomize the lamb of god!
He who served as tool for tyrants and pawn of despots
For all the strife he has visited upon us
we shall sodomize him in eternity

Such are the labors of his vicar here on earth
I, holy father, holy fucker, the old papal bull

Oremus:

Christ!
Thou artisan of hoaxes
Thou bandit of homage
Thou robber of affection
Mark these words, thou son of a strumpet!
Since the day thou didst emerge from the bowels of a harlot
Thou hast failed in all thy plights
Thou hast belied all thy promises
Centuries have wept awaiting thee
Thou impostor
Thou fugitive fraud
Thou faceless and mute god
Thou wast to redeem man and thou hast not
Thou wast to appear in glory and thou hast not
Thou wast to be chamberlain of our tears
And thou didst nil...

Dominus vobiscum
Et cum spiriti tuo
Mors in excelsis deo!

Inspired by the audience of Juliette with the pope,
L'Histoire de Juliette, ou les Prospérités du vice, 1797