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Skitters through bell towers
Glints of cellophane cut glass
Relics vibrate gothic power
To catacombs of suffered lass
Among the faithed, the evil lurks
Trough punishment his glory shines
Fearing hellish ecstasy
Her mother's flendish passion grinds
Cassandra get down on your knees
Take your candle, burning bright
Singe your flesh, for you have strayed
Take penance to the savior's light
Mother flogs you at your pew
And beats messiah through your skull
Blood-filled holy water fonts
Her head swings down and vision dull
Cassandra sees the wrath of God
She walks on blessed holy land
Raised little Cassie through found faith
And beats her skull with scarry hands
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