She's got a letter from jesus christ and keeps it in her heart, But when her husband stayed away at war, she rips it all apart. He told her he'd return tomorrow and wiped away her tear, Maybe a few hours later, there's no reaper you must fear...
Images, images of laughter, fragments echo through the hall, Images of pain and torture follow me, I standing fall
She dresses black and dyes her hair to cross the other side, Remembering the love they shared, staring 'gainst the tide. And then she rushes through the streets, a chapel rises above the moon, The oaken door is opened wide, she will meet him soon...
And while her hatred's growing stronger, the cross did try to calm her rage, But emptiness still rules her heart, it won't avoid the sacrilege. She lights a fire, wildly grins, the flames will reach the sky And jesus falls into her hell, together they will die...