Literature
Draimon's Hellfire
Beata Maria, you know I am a pious man
Of my devotion I am often told.
Beata Maria, poverty, obedience, chastity
These three virtues I happily uphold
Then tell me, Maria,
Why I weep both night and day
Why my penance gives me no reprieve
I pray and I suffer
And still my tarnish soul's the thing
That keeps to make me grieve
Like fire, hellfire,
This pining in my heart
This yearning, this burning
Is tearing me apart
What should I do? Who should I blame?
It is my fault alone
I've always nursed this flame
Oh save me please, offer your hand
Did not your holy son
Heal the pain of a man?
God save me, Maria,
Purify my heart of vic