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