The Black Cradle

I follow her down a stairwell to a cold and dim lit hall

To the last door on the left side

She pushed the key in the hole

Then she said such a strange thing

Turned the key and then she said

"We must both keep our voices low

Quiet like the dead, like the dead"

I walked with her through a creaking door

To a cold and dim lit room, pictures of herself

Upon her shelf, where the incense burned

Then I noticed her violin

She shook her head to me and she said

"We must both keep the sound down low

Quiet like the dead, like the dead"

She led me into a small room

Strange handprints on the walls

There was a big black cradle

She says don't rock anymore

Then she reached for the black veil

Turned her head to me and she said

"We must both keep our voices low

Quiet like the dead

We must both keep the sound down low

Quiet like the dead"

She threw the black veil open

As I stepped to look inside

I opened up the cask

Looked beyond the mask and I saw myself

My God, I saw myself!