Water so dark and drearynThat's where my sweet Mary sleepsnUnder the ice in winternI placed my axe in her backnShe was so pretty - I had to make her minennHer white dress stained rednAxe head cased in her ribcagenKicking her twitching corpse in the seanShe is still breathingnThe stars are bleeding, dripping her light forevernI should have saved hernKept her bones for firennSlowly reaching in the waternTo see how her breath still flowsnHer hand grabs my wrist tightlynI can see the life light flicker in her eyesnLike a candle on its wick's last burning embernnHer complexion so pale as if she had seen a ghostnA ghost of her life fading as the water entered her lungsnA gasp and my hand holding nothingnAs she begins to fallnDown deep where cries won't echonBelow in the depths of hollownRuby lips. Blue waternThe stars are bleeding, dripping her light forevernnI did what I had to do splitting her in twonCeasing with a cry I couldn't hearnBut it rang through my soulnnKnowing her life belownKnowing what happened insidenHer watery tomb-less gravenForever the serpents slavenRuby lips. Blue waternThe stars are bleeding, dripping her light forevernForever dyingnPremature interment in waternLet my axe be your anchornShe rests deep in murdernLet my axe be your anchornLet my axe be your anchornnMontage of sinning smilesnFlash black then I see teethnSharp ivory glisteningnA true dog underneathnA jackal, my baby a jackal