Defilement of Mortal Purity

Forlorn and beset by grief She receives visions in the form of morbid dreams An ethereal durance... The ordeal of a tainted soul Luring the innocent one down to the river With soft whispers and melodious tune Before long a shard of jagged stone offers the prostrate figure up as a sacrifice Cracked pate rendering its bounteous ichor The bellows of the infant, in the firmament finds quietus It weakens under the alluring swell Uplifted by spiritual provocation Deliverance given unto the infanticide They convene over the despondent one A tribunal of canons Through this holy anointing, by His most tender mercy I am conveyed into His eternal embrace Now the executioner's block awaits me In a stone cell do I confess my crime This blood upon my hands is salvation Blissfully do I go to the gibbet Knowing I will be one with the angels No salvation from the assembled The roaring crowd greets me at the scaffold