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A child in the night

Cursed to survive

Love like quicksand

And deflowered maid in tow

My woes

Yet I wandered through the gilded halls

A dreadful daughter of wretched martyr

Sick to marrow and to bone

Your fevered mother would care and bother

And love her like one of her own

Her words: [Ian Anderson]

The word of Christ tells us to forgive transgressions (Save me)

It is through Him we can distinguish right from wrong (Scold me)

A penurious handmaid gave birth to a girl in our carе (Cleanse me)

Wе are compelled to persevere in place of the estranged father

Until his return

Bestowed upon my weary head

Was a secret (Veiled and untold)

But your mother was dying faster

And by my penance, in disarray

Her ruin looking on

A delinquent's confession

Death

Her bane and protector

Placidly waited 'neath the scorching moon

For yield

A descendant daughter

Snow made white the street of her dreams

And on that night I authored said theme:

Through these words I extend my hand to salvation (For grace)

And this writ may overturn the rich and reward the poor (Forever)

You have learned that my blood has flown to clandestine bournes (My sins)

And I reject pre-destined wealth in the den of iniquity

Tragic, the idle hands of progeny

Reclaim your souls

There is a rising tide of sorrow

Sister

There is a rising tide of sorrow

Brother

There is a rising tide of sorrow

Sister

The rise of waxing sun tomorrow