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

Till you're lonely and forlorn

With all your oaths

You're my heart

My rain, my poison, my fawn

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I will take these clothes and cover you, my dear

God bless your soul, He has not blessed mine