Doesn't have to be
simply evil underneath...

Turbulent life, terrible death
sleep with rest, be quiet now...

Sleep my child, my Little one
close your eyes and dream...

Keen edge blade of ivory bone,
dug deep in skin so deep so prone...

Oh sweet scent be thou mine,
fill my mouth with joy Devine...

Where hath my raven gone
those birds crying from the trees...

Can i rip your heart out
tear it from your soul...

The sweetness of our lips
only compares to your smile...