"Slit he throat
Watch he bleed
Make her beg
Make her plead
Run some circles
Round he sabers
Blaze her ash trees
To burning embers
Cry her blood
In the tears you shed
Reap her skin
And drown in lead
Plant a weeping willow
In a dying garden
Eat the forsaken fruit
And beg for pardon
Kill the virgin
And cry your shame
Take her place
And feel her pain"
I look up at the sky, wondering where you are
I remember it clearly it is forever imprinted in my mind
I listened and fell to the devil's rhyme
I sink onto my knees, the memory is just too strong
The devil's rhyme rang loud and clear
And I had commited the crime
I murder my friend in cold, luxurious blood and killed her soul
Why God, why allow this story to be told?
Now I have done the damage
Never to be a clean spirit again
I take the dagger, already stained by blood
I hold it over my beating heart
I embed it in and give up the fight
My vision has gone all blurry
I'll never breathe again
But it is best that I die
Because I let the Devil in