Gothic Bizarre

I will be like the most high
Make Orion a lone star
Melt the earth
Roll up the seas...
Or deliver me the Virgin.
Pray daughter, pray
The quintessence of life
Lies before the rosy may
As roses dry up on graves
Your soul to heaven shan't sail.
I poured the tears of the violin
At his feet
I sang before immortal powers
And washed in the glory.
Gothic bizarre, the abomination
Left to roam the stage
Babylonian barbarism
Gutter orgy
Contaminate the strings
My grand orchestra.
Pray daughter, pray.