The Black Cradle

歌詞

I followed her down a stairwell to a cold and dim lit hall To the last door on the left side She pushed the key in the hole Then she said such a strange thing Turned the key and then she said "We must both keep our voices low Quiet like the dead, like the dead" I walked with her through a creaking door To a cold and dim lit room, pictures of herself Upon her shelf, where the incense burned Then I noticed her violin She shook her head to me and she said "We must both keep the sound down low Quiet like the dead We must both keep the sound down low Quiet like the dead" She threw the black veil open As I stepped to look inside I opened up the cask Looked behind the mask and I saw myself My God, I saw myself!