Sybil के बोल

I ran away from the black church on fire Golden and silver trees falling on me Their leaves just like tears of mercy I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice They tried to bury me As a violet light Took me A wild scream skinned inside I looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows All my images went out of their glass Showing me their hands a red cross stamped with Blood I was the victim of a sacrifice They tried to bury me As a violet light Took me A wild scream skinned inside