At the bottom of the well
On the spider’s web
Molten wax rolls down her cheeks
While the pyre engulfed her old body
And at the bottom of the well
The mourners wave the last goodbye
Behind their veils they grin
Ratcheting teeth sing through the smoke
Take my body, bring me back my innocence
From the abyss of the underworld
Where the table’s laid
And he will devour It all
Soar away, over the guilt and pain
You opened the door to his army
Don’t you cry now, child
Now soar away
High over the city walls
Soar away
