And Pray For Me — Peccatum

I am born But still not living

And pray for her When her soul descends

Living the life Known to mankind

And pray for her When gloom moves into mourning

Born out of darkness And sculptured into the shape of brightness

And pray for her When the blood of hers reveals

I was set to be The carrier of Sorrow

And pray for her When demurity is forced away

Which cluster me into a world Of specimens for me unknown

And pray for her When nature betrays her again

I am one of natures mistakes Not only born decades to late

And pray for her When you shalt be forced to see The image of her creation

But not able to survive Born and killed at the same tide

And pray for me once more Merely because she was made into Me...