Hellfire Peyton Parrish

Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud (et tibit pater)
Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (quia peccavi nimis)

Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there?
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul? (cogitatione)
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control (verb o et opere)

Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault (mea culpa)
I'm not to blame (mеa culpa)
It is the gypsy girl the witch who sent this flamе (mea maxima culpa)
It's not my fault (mea culpa)
If in God's plan (mea culpa)
He made the Devil so much stronger than a man

Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone