Priestess Of The Goddess Zina

It's not the scent of burning incense
That has brought me to thee
Nor the quest for deliverance
From the demons inside of me

But in lust my soul is driven
Turbulent like a raging sea
My desires press unforgiving
In peace I cannot be

Thus I walk in hoping fully
As I pass that sacred door
Trembling anxiously before thee
As I childishly adore

The truth will set me free
This lust has come of age
Too old to keep within me
Forgive my sacrilege

For though I know you have the powers
To heal the entire globe
All I can see is my desire
To plunge beneath thy robe