Hands put together, ready to pray
Reflected in the water
Shadow's occupation in the black eyes
Touched by the bitterness and metaphysics
Demon's mother
Like death, like pale shadow

Prayer is my punishment
Behind the gate of Hell

It's easy to take communion
Alive as flesh and blood
Poor substitute for might and suffering
And when the nails start to rust and wounds begin to rot
Turned head doesn't have the courage to look away

Look at the cross

Prayer is my punishment
Behind the gate off Hell

Look at the cross