Lyrics:

Profaner of the vices
A simple charlatan
Inflaming puerile minds
With the guilt of sin

Imaginations fed to children
It has served me well
That the bowels of the earth
Hides the pits of hell

Idolatrine for the imbeciles
Idolatrine
Idolatrine for the debiles
And the simpletons
Disciples of the watch
Awaits at my command

Lord of silence
Desolated one
Vengeance is his

An existence as a human
Is leaden monotony
With all desires drowned
Impure sanctimony

Idolatrine for the imbeciles
Idolatrine
Idolatrine for the debiles
And the simpletons
Disciples of the watch
Awaits at my command

Suffer little children
To come unto me
Suffer little children
To come unto me
Suffer little children
Grant me sovereignty
Suffer little, little, princes
And princesses

Idolatrine for the imbeciles
Idolatrine
Idolatrine for the debiles
And the simpletons
Disciples of the watch
Awaits at my command

Suffer little children
To come unto me
Suffer little children
To come unto me
Suffer little children
Grant me sovereignty
Suffer little, little, princes
And princesses