Ashes, embers,
he always remembers.
To you he sings,
so loving so tender.
He'll soften you up until you surrender.
Please, close your eyes, hear how the bell rings
beautiful sounds, so it won't sting
Tell him all of your sins,
he'll save them away.
Your sins are a delicacy,
he will feast upon one day!
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