'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
If I had a voice I'd sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
If I had a voice, I'd sing
If I had a voice I'd sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
If I had a voice, I'd sing