From rough, modest clothes Slabs of cold sacred stone The peasant girl kneels In strips of feeble water light Slim fingers clasped Warm steady, precise The unwanted love for a murder In strips of feeble water light Echoed sighs Soft madonna eyes Bathe in smooth, flicked flame The peasant girl kneels The peasant girl kneels crosses herself slowly The warmth envelopes, seals But stays as quitely she leaves To love a murder To love a murder