Fetishism (en inglés)

Fetishism
We are growing the second skin
The new flash shivers beneath
In the nights we are bothered with sinful dreams
And God doesnt love us for this

Sinners, sinners
Repent!
And give up your idols
Look at us, we are just like you are,
And like you we are used to betray our gods
In black leather our souls are drawn tight
Its so easy to accuse us of godlessness
Sinners, sinners
Repent!
And give up your idols
We are choosing the slaves and the masters for ourselves
Confessing in sins we are on our knees
And we stretch our hands to the heaven in preys
But the God will forgive just his favourites
Sinners, sinners
Repent!
And give up your idols
You are just like we are feteshists
While syllabling hardly the preys
You cherish with look the cloak of Blessed Virgin
Falling down to kiss the stabbed feet
Sinners, sinners
Repent!
And give up your idols

Sinners, sinners
Repent!
And give up your idols