Passage Of Time VIII – Edge Of Sanity – letras

The three visions, the Mother Superior boreA bitter forewarning of what was in storeThis infant so frail must not grow to be strongThe world was at risk if she waited too longSo veiled by the blackness of night she did creepAnd enter where mother and child were both asleepAnd onwards she moved to where the crib layShe leant over the baby and started to prayShe prayed for forgiveness for what she would doShe prayed that the knife in her hand would aim trueBut all of a sudden she was now paralyzedThe baby daughter had opened her eyes