We saw her shadow slinking out of the town
We tracked her trail to The Moncayo's land
Her piercing blue eyes shone, right through the mist of the night
She led us deep into a shrine on the hill
A sweet smell of weed wafted from the trees
Her gaze bewitched our will; our minds were ready to writhe
Once we were bound to The Rite Stones of Life
She got undressed and lit six candles around
Her castanets chant started, we all fell under her spell
We strove so hard to maintain all the thrill
As she knelt down drawing a blade with her lips
Somehow she drained our seeds within the blink of an eye
Our Lady of Sorrows!
