The Vigil - Emergence

The house is growing quiet, the vigil will begin

A nightly visitation will surely come again

And you must keep your silence, the walls are paper-thin

Oh yes, you must be silent, the walls are paper-thin

A light’s on in the hallway, there’s footsteps at the door

Your kind and cruel tormentor casts his shadow on the floor

And still you must be silent, for no-one will believe

Oh yes, you must be silent, good children don’t deceive

A heaving weight, stifling your cries

Penetrating pain, wetness on your thighs

And then he’ll tell you: «My dear I truly love you.»

He flinches when you ask him

Why do you do the things you do,

You think he’s on the level

When he says it is the Devil

Or perhaps it is the grain, (he will explain)

That makes him cause your pain

The house is growing quiet, the vigil will begin

In grim anticipation, of a parental sin

And still you must be silent, the walls are paper-thin

Oh yes, you must be silent, the walls are paper-thin

The footsteps in the hallway, they fill your heart with fear

Your nemesis is coming, you feel him drawing near

And still you keep you promise, a solemn spoken vow

A pact that you would sunder, if only you knew how

A heaving weight, stifling your cries

Penetrating pain, wetness on your thighs

And then he’ll tell you: «My dear I truly love you.»

He flinches when you ask him

Why do you do the things you do,

You think he’s on the level

When he says it is the Devil

Or perhaps it is the grain, (he will explain)

That makes him cause your pain