In a flash, the wicked won Oh the moment seemed so, moments seemed so clear I’ll rest your weary head beside my own I will take these clothes and cover you, my dear God bless your soul He has not blessed mine I'm a seizure I'm a flash of light I’ll caress you more than fathers of your own I'm the reaper I’ll have your soul I’ll break your holy heart Till you’re lonely and forlorn with all your oaths You’re my heart My rain, my poison, my fawn La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da I will take these clothes and cover you, my dear God bless your soul He has not blessed mine