Mercy کے بول

I stood in the water In the middle month of winter My camel skin was torture I was in a state of nature The wind, sir, it was wicked I was so alone Just as I predicted My followers were gone And I cried: Mercy Have mercy upon me And I got down on my knees Thrown into a dungeon Bread and water was my portion Faith - my only weapon To rest the devil's legion The speak-hole would slide open A viper's voice would plead Thick with innuendo Syphilis and Greed And she cried: Mercy Have mercy upon me And I told her to get down on her knees In a garden full of roses My hands, tied behind me My cousin was working miracles I wondered if he'd find me The moon was turned toward me Like a platter made of gold My death, it almost bored me So often was it told And I cried: Mercy I cried mercy on me Cryind: Mercy Have mercy on me