Tristania

Tied up and gagged
Hooded and tagged
They're all yours to command
I am corpse, I am carrion prey
I have a crow at each brow
plucking eyes in my mask of death
The darkness is complete
Who's the hooded one, mother mine?
Who is gagged when all are silent?
and bitten when we move
Inflamed! My mask is burning
The night is dead; dark, putrid flesh turning
'pon a chair in the dying corner
I am your bagful of fear
I'll commit, I'll admit
I'll be the dagger, drive me in
I'll be all motionless and still
My river runs within – still and deep