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