I will never marry my love
I will die waiting for the bells
Death come pull me under water
I have nothing left to fear from hell
I was gifted at the music
I was born the day the year was new
Someone has stolen all the water
I keep the pills inside an urn
Lord show me my daughter
Show me her before she burned
We go walking in the hallways
Now and then a record keeps a tune
Sometimes we hang from out chambers
Baudelaire in the afternoon
The yellow rose is a stranger
The Devil's invitation in blues
I stand looking at my chamber
There are many things upon the floor
The blade is ready for the slaughter
The virgin Mary hangs on the door
I will arrive at Death's border
Take back the cover God has torn from me
I am at the river with baby
Her Father enters with a leap
Hold her head above the water
She is pale against the stream
I am the horse beneath his daughter
He is the mountain underneath