I ran away from the black church on fire
   golden and silver trees falling on me
   their leaves just like tears of mercy
   I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice
  
   they tried to bury me
   as a violet light
   took me
   a wild scream skinned inside
  
   I looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows
   all my images went out of their glass
   showing me their hands a red cross stamped with
   blood
   I was the victim of a sacrifice
  
   they tried to bury me
   as a violet light
   took me
   a wild scream skinned inside