"my mother birthed me far too soon... born at nine and dead at noon.
fifteen years gone now, i still wail from these catacombs... and shake my rattled bone.
fifteen years gone now, i still cling to the petticoat
of a girl who died with me...."
fifteen years gone now, i still wail from these catacombs... and shake my rattled bone.
fifteen years gone now, i still cling to the petticoat
of a girl who died with me...."