The Virgin Child Makes Her Wish Without Feeling Anything

Here, spell the end of the world
I hear the rising phoenix in my dream.
And the virgin child made a wish upon a star,
That night her mother talks no more.

Keep a hold the end of the dream
A shiny fish splashes in a stream
And the Virgin Child loses her heart and soul
That night her mother's eyes see no more.

When the wind blows, a Virgin Child's God sings a song.
Such a pretty melody never heard before.

No more lullabies.
The Virgin Child, spells the night.


Bastard can SING