In a flash the wicked won
Oh the moment seemed so
Moment seemed so clear

I'll rest your weary head beside my own
I will take these clothes and cover you, my dear
God bless your soul, he has not blessed mine

I'm a seizure
I'm a flash of light
I'll caress you more than fathers of your own

I'm the reaper
I'll have your soul
I'll break your holy heart
'Til you're lonely and forlorn
with all your oaths
You're my heart
My rain
My poison
My fawn

I will take these clothes and cover you my dear
God bless your soul, he has not blessed mine