| When everybody’s fast asleep, she arises
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| Driven by a vision in her head
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| Almost every night she left the convent walls unseen
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| Led by divine order to purge a world so obscene
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| Margaret:
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| «Say your last false prayer
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| I’ll find you everywhere!»
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| And every single night
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| She saw that glaring light
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| A kind of spectral entity
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| In her mind an angel’s telling her to feed the God
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| …with blood
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| Blood
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| Unbelievers' blood
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| Blood
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| Unbelievers' blood
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| In the alleys, in the streets, people vanish
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| When Margaret’s on her quest for blood
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| «Lovely Belle,» they said, she was a notorious whore
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| How sad, she and her bastard son were seen nevermore
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| Margaret:
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| «Say your last false prayer
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| I’ll find you everywhere!»
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| And every single night
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| She saw that glaring lifht
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| A kind of spectral entity
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| In her mind an angel’s telling her to feed the God
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| …with blood
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| Blood
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| Unbelievers' blood
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| Blood
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| Unbelievers' blood
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| Every night under angel’s command
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| Margaret was talking to herself again
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| While hiding bodies in the woods
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| Margaret:
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| «Naught shelters ye, who wilt not shelter Me»
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| And every single night
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| She saw that glaring lifht
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| A kind of spectral entity
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| In her mind an angel’s telling her to feed the God
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| …with blood |