歌词
Skitters through bell towers
Glints of cellophane cut glass
Relics vibrate gothic power, to catacombs of suffered lass
Among the faithed, the evil lurks
Through punishment, his glory shines
Fearing hellish ecstasy, her mother's fiendish passion grinds
Cassandra, get down on your knees, and take your candle, burning bright
Singe your flesh, for you have strayed
Take penance to the Savior's light
Mother flogs you at your pew, and beats messiah through your skull
Blood-filled holy water fonts, her head swings down and vision dull (safe to say)
Cassandra sees the wrath of God
She walks on blessed, holy land
Raised little Cassie through found faith
And beats her skull with scary hands
Cassandra, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, hey
Hey! Oh
