Pale Sister

With wounded knees And the musty scent Of incense in her hair Captured by the barbed hook Of eternal devotion Stigma bleeds In the book that leads To her final end Civitas Dei She lives on your planet But not in your world She speaks the same language But you can't understand The weight of chastity Makes her eyes cast down And the skin of humility Is white as snow Stigma bleeds In the book that leads To her final end Civitas Dei She lives on your planet But not in your world She speaks the same language But you can't understand Paralised she's followin' The ancient message It's more much more Than just belief --- Pale Sister - Coroner