In the cemetery I met her; she had eerie blue skin,
Her neck was strung with twine and beads of lead.
And she made a count; each bead belonged to my sin,
With each sin, she frowned at me with lips of sunset red.
To stop her judgment, I took her and cradled her head
Yet with her ear to my heart, I could hear a bitter cry
O' grief! Her heartbroken sigh echoed in the cemetery sky.
As I held her, a new bead strung itself around her neck,
A bead of lust thus fell into place, further bowing her head;
My heart raced, my thoughts I could not keep in check
Yes here! In the sacred home of those not sleeping, but dead.
In the view of empty eyes, I wanted the soft sin of the unwed,
But my blue skinned girl who had the appearance of an angel
Said that of such a morbid desecration she could never be able.
Blue skinned angel with lips of sunset red, neck forever bound,
You cannot know with such a clean soul, empty like graveyard air;
My lust! Your new burdens will weigh your head to the ground.
Even in frustration, to take you by force I would never dare.
So it is your future, with my sin on your neck that you must beware,
For like all men the same sins I shall keep on without repenting
And my fault, bending your back, your grief will be unrelenting.