The Hound of Heaven - Attic

When everybody’s fast asleep, she arises

Driven by a vision in her head

Almost every night she left the convent walls unseen

Led by divine order to purge a world so obscene

Margaret:

«Say your last false prayer

I’ll find you everywhere!»

And every single night

She saw that glaring light

A kind of spectral entity

In her mind an angel’s telling her to feed the God

…with blood

Blood

Unbelievers' blood

Blood

Unbelievers' blood

In the alleys, in the streets, people vanish

When Margaret’s on her quest for blood

«Lovely Belle,» they said, she was a notorious whore

How sad, she and her bastard son were seen nevermore

Margaret:

«Say your last false prayer

I’ll find you everywhere!»

And every single night

She saw that glaring lifht

A kind of spectral entity

In her mind an angel’s telling her to feed the God

…with blood

Blood

Unbelievers' blood

Blood

Unbelievers' blood

Every night under angel’s command

Margaret was talking to herself again

While hiding bodies in the woods

Margaret:

«Naught shelters ye, who wilt not shelter Me»

And every single night

She saw that glaring lifht

A kind of spectral entity

In her mind an angel’s telling her to feed the God

…with blood