in the night i see her spinning
in my mind she's weaving in slow delight
this night spent in madness spinning
on a wheel of sadness like a cruel slow knife
in the candlelight look see her
in this darkest night of fever (fear)
slow delight like a cruel slow knife
"will you die for me?"
she's asking
"be my offering?"
she's laughing
"how innocent you are, how innocent you are..."