As my neophyte,
Where have you been?
Why have you fled away?
When should I begin?

Bristly rascal cursed and wretched!
Brat obnoxious, turn to be Jesuit!

Where have you been?
Why have you fled away?
When should I begin to spin?

Through carved out eyes one stares upon another,
The face turned to the left not just to bother

But I kill the snake playfully mischievous,
A holy terror delirious!
Where are my bleeders, I have my feeders
Ready to leave the steeple,
Remains mysterious! ?

Like rats you are running,
I find your lines so cunning
Masses will be soon by me denied!

Through carved thin ice one stares upon another,
The face turned to the left not just to bother

Forgotten I lie, all sleeps
I cannot even hear the steps of their feet
Trampling the dust instead
Of waking up the dead!

Where are my bleeders?
Why won't they pray?
So many leaders
Have fallen prey!

Forgotten I lie, all sleeps
I cannot even hear the steps of their feet
Trampling the dust instead
Of waking up the dead!