I Stood In The Water

In The Middle Month Of Winter

My Camel Skin Was Torture

I Was In A State Of Nature

The Wind, Sir, It Was Wicked

I Was So Alone

Just As I Predicted

My Followers Were Gone



And I Cried `Mercy'

Have Mercy Upon Me

And I Got Down On My Knees



Thrown Into A Dungeon

Bread And Water Was My Portion

Faith - My Only Weapon

To Rest The Devil's Legion

The Speak-hole Would Slide Open

A Viper's Voice Would Plead

Thick With Innuendo

Syphilis And Greed



And She Cried `Mercy'

Have Mercy Upon Me

And I Told Her To Get Down On Her Knees



In A Garden Full Of Roses

My Hands, Tied Behind Me

My Cousin Was Working Miracles

I Wondered If He'd Find Me

The Moon Was Turned Toward Me

Like A Platter Made Of Gold

My Death, It Almost Bored Me

So Often Was It Told



And I Cried `Mercy'

I Cried Mercy On Me

Cryind `Mercy'

Have Mercy On Me