The face of
the angelstatue,
kiss its feet oh
anguished Saint.
Love it´s holiness,
the tears falling down
it´s cheeks.
The cherubs Eyes closed,
above the altar.
The Church, filled with
holy Saints, and the stained
glass wings of the transparent
butterfly glows in the dark.
The Saints walk over the
floors, feet stiff with holiness.
The night comes, moon,
and her sacred feet, Diana,
upon her throne.
The moon´s light,
casting an eerie light
over the holy Place.
The madonna in the Church,
cries tears of blood.
I can see the girl dying
in the arms of the Virgin.