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