Paroles de Religion Or Illusion

Oh my black soul Now thou art summoned by sickness Death's herald and champion Thou art like a pilgrim which abroad hath done Trason and durst not turn to whence he is fled Or like a thief which till death's doom be read Whisheth himself delivered from prison But damned and haled to exection Oh make thyself with holy mourning black And red with blushing as thou art with sin Religion or Illusion, religion or confusion Religion or illusion, religion or dissolution