In an angel's eye Where the shadows meet In the pale moonlight In a scarlet dream Did you know too much? How it's so unreal To your final breath? As the light spills, cold Mother Mary says:
Crosses on the wall Mother's rocking chair Little helpless doll Can't you feel my stare? Think you know too much… Won't you moan for me, my sweet young thing Body soaked in sweat As the light spills, cold Mother Mary bleeds