Lurking in the shadows, rivers start to freeze
He's the curse of charity, root of all disease
Cross his palm with silver, your money turns to lead
Every little thought becomes obscene
He penetrates the gloom his eyes dead bright
Call him monster call him evil wretched sodomite
He's offering the subtle sins, freely left beside the bins
See his nails and teeth and conscience gleam
Griminsky's soul
Gargoyle on the church wall, poison in the graves
Fiend of all misfortune, God of all we crave
Guardian of forbidden fruit and hidden hot hareems
Delights we only visit in our dreams
Clearing out the gutters, winter's at its might
Call him vulture call him evil wretched parasite
Courting our disgraces, flirting with the ladies
Nothing like the kind of man he seems
Griminsky's soul
Guardian of the secret, sordid keys of shame
Call him foul but right now just look the other way
Captain of hypocrisy, lord of lust and buggery
Infidel and pox-begotten shade
Griminsky's soul
All nations know his name
Fascination and blame
Pretty paintings in cellars will forever bear the blame
And hang in shame