God of the evening God of the night Show Thyself to me Bless this unholy rite A child of Thine own nature Impurely born That Thy hath forsaken Unrightfully scorned O Father, O Father What have I done wrong? That You would forsake me That I wouldn't belong Please give me an answer Please give me a sign For if I am imperfect Thus is Your design (Please don't forget about me) The funeral pyre Has been ashes for days The groom and his dead wife Are set in their ways My body is aching But still we push on Because if we stop here We'll be dead by the dawn See Ethel Cain Live Get tickets as low as $24 You might also like Sacrilege Ethel Cain Hospital Beds Ethel Cain Ptolemaea Ethel Cain The funeral pyre Is my altar tonight I'm alone now, I see But I guess that's alright