A crepe it hangs upon a wreath of black

Comes a gentle rock of a baby casket

Forth and back, this way, then that



Its eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken

Its eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken

Still a tiny smile crawls across his lips

Not an angel, but not quite a man

Gifted with tooth, almost a fang

Hooves afoot and claws almost at hand, gifted with tooth, almost a fang



His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken

His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken

Still a tiny smile crawls across his lips, with evil at his fingertips

Still a tiny smile crawls across his lips, with evil at his fingertips



The sun does rise and will set in his eyes

Do no wrong, only right in her mind

The mother of the newborn evil

Does not realize



His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken

His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken



The sun does rise and will set in his eyes

Do no wrong, only right in her mind

The sun does rise and will set in his eyes

The mother of the newborn evil

Does not realize