Black Sunday - Cathedral

Witching eyes are burning, my soul is at the stake

Black widow woman, your web of intrigue I take

You never gave me warning, just put me under your spell

The mystic voice of beauty, became a tolling bell

You elevate me, you desecrate me too

Oh, magic lady — burn me up

Above the gargoyles frowning, staring down at me

Giving out empty feelings, oh so easily

A bullet train to heaven, drops me off in hell

Through your maze I’m crawling, you never looked so well

Don’t leave me dying, come take this pain from me

Queen of illusion — don’t walk away

Black cats this morning, led me to the grave

Above a tomb she’s standing, calling out my name

I watch the sun god dying, feel his darkness fall

On this bleakest Sunday, I’m lost in your cruel world

The hangman spares me, I’ll die another day

In your illusion — on your grave

You elevate me, you desecrate me too

Black magic lady — I’m gone