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Chapel is silent

The paragons have fled

Who brought you here to make you confess

Chapel is silent

Did you hear the tear dripping off your breast

Underneath the ivory idols

I dress you in a garland

At the gates of perfumed garden

I hear the curses of the crippled saints

You punch your tambourine

Metaphor without sense

You asked for something only a woman could

To taste my holy waters is to beg for

Is to beg for

Peacock's Foot

Golden bracelets on the floor

Beast is rapping at the door

Golden bracelets on the floor

Beast is rapping

Twilight is creeping in

Quickly find your way

Born in the good times that, yeah

Cherish the wine with the ring

You punch tambourines

One takes lives, tangerines

You asked for something only a woman could

To taste my holy waters is to beg for

Is to beg for

Peacock's Foot

Golden bracelets on the floor

Beast is rapping at the door

Golden bracelets on the floor

Beast is rapping at the door

Golden bracelets on the floor

Beast is rapping

Tears are dripping on the floor

Beast is rapping at the door

Tears are dripping on the floor

Beast is rapping