From the recording The Haunting of Mary Shelley

Lyrics

Roaming the nocturnal streets You can hear her anguished cries Searching, hunting, frantic, pleading, Your compassion makes you perfect So perfect I know what you seek I know why you cry I know your breaking heart I know how you'll die Sins of the Father Absolved by that woman Discard. Erase. Replace. Justine was as a daughter Just like family so it's quite unthinkable Smiling, leading, frantic, killing, We thought that your compassion made you perfect So perfect I know what you seek I know why you cry I know your breaking heart I know how you'll die Sins of the Father Absolved by that woman Discard. Erase. Replace.