Cassandra

Skitters through bell towers

Glints of cellophane cut glass

Relics vibrate gothic power

To catacombs of suffered lass

Among the faithed, the evil lurks

Trough punishment his glory shines

Fearing hellish ecstasy

Her mother's flendish passion grinds

Cassandra get down on your knees

Take your candle, burning bright

Singe your flesh, for you have strayed

Take penance to the savior's light

Mother flogs you at your pew

And beats messiah through your skull

Blood-filled holy water fonts

Her head swings down and vision dull

Cassandra sees the wrath of God

She walks on blessed holy land

Raised little Cassie through found faith

And beats her skull with scarry hands