A laundry once glorious in vain pride,
The rolling in Catholicism and ruining of innocence,
Souls that have faded in darkness and died in lonely abandonment,
Forgotten for they are one with child,
A child so abused and seen as unlovable,
But now to watch a righteous burning?

Let kill and kill the shadows with tumbling flames,
A crumble of stone and dust,
Why hold onto such a madness,
Let the damned and the dead sleep,
For sleep was all they dreamed.