Catherine, full of life
full of hate
Catherine, blessed by night
with hidden days
Catherine, find your soul
…find your soul…

Because you have taken mine
and I know they are lost together
like you and I
…Lost and severed…

Catherine, find my soul so I can rip mine back
Rip it back from your child-like eyes
Catherine, find your soul
… So I can take mine…

Catherine, you dark ghost
dead among the rose field
Precious demon fills my vision
…Catherine died but she has risen…

And her ghost still entails every delicate feature
A darkness is of course bestowed upon her
And of all the times I’ve ever seen her
In this rose field I am honored
to see such deep, dark beauty
Heaven meets with Hell
I have fallen to her graces
… Catherine, You’ve done well…

I see in you no light,
You keep this rose patch thorned
You keep the sky turned black
All you have is worn
Your selfishness is pride
And you wear your scars as trophies won
All you’ve sinned and lied
… Has made me fall in love…

Yes, Catherine, I am in love with no innocence
I know who you are
I pray for no salvation
I’m entranced by the dark
Catherine, find my soul, so I can gently take it back
Just to give to you
… And go through this again…