Christian Death Beneath His Widow
Behind the shade of his tongue
Behind the shape of his twisted dreams
We watch afraid while filming
His widow again
And she ran like the blaze
And how my shadows rise
And something screams deep
Beneath my skin it lies
We wanted you beneath the word
Raped face down
Within cold and damp dark years
Without burns we stand in the fire
They hold back their dying child
To end screams now gone
And she ran like fingers
And how the waters rise
And something screams deep
Beneath soil it lies
We wanted you beneath the word
Raped face down
