Lust - Pantheist
How I long for the tender flesh of the Virgin For the subdued look in her eyes When she starts to suspect that I'm the angel Who is going to embrace her I'm Jesus' father And therefore God Ignored by history But not by fate
How I long for the tender flesh of the Virgin For the subdued look in her eyes When she starts to suspect that I'm the angel Who is going to embrace her I'm Jesus' father And therefore God Ignored by history But not by fate