Mother of God

Born to raise hell

Curse, kick, yell

Gasping for air

The prisoner's dilemma

Could easily hurt someone

Having committed myself

Crimes I could not do

In search of an angry

Mother of God

The hand and the rod

Where do I stand?

In indiscretions

God is not a saint

So let me get rich and pass

Through the eye of the needle

Into thee, Domus Aurea

Omina sont communia

In glorious Domus Aurea

The sun shines

On saints and sinners alike

And God is not a saint

So let me get rich and pass

Through the eye of the needle

In search of an angry mother of God

The hand and the rod

The foot and the yard

Theotokos

Drain the blood from my face

Drag me from this foul place

Through the eye of the keyhole

Into glory. Domus Aurea

Theotokos