Ophelia

Out in the garden it smells of spring
Blossoms of Armageddon cover everything
Pouring on the floor
The blood you've let begging for the sky to open up
And cast her rain of mercy upon us

Lady of the lake
She'll rise up and she will take you
Down where the waves don't move
There's no glitter, there's no gloom

Shooting stars across you face
You know your place
You just can't stand it
You know they'll come in hoards
With blisters on their faces and arms
Begging for your help
And lining up, long into the evening

Lady of the lake
Please rise up and take them
Down where the waves don't move
There's no glitter, there's no gloom

When the wind dies down
We'll take the children into town
To see the lepers there
And thank the lord for all that we've been given