Sanoja: Imaad Wasif. Redeemer.

Though it tears us miles apart
Cull the skeleton key
Though a chauffeur drives your car
Through the tall weeds

Though the axe is swung
Though the horns are hung
Though the hunter steals away with the prey

I was born four days before Halloween
And I got a bad moon that preceeds me

But it's you I adore
My pretty Josephine
When our love has run its course
I shudder to think

Starlight over her body
Milkwhite
Isn't it pure
By the dagger
Or by the sword
I could have her
Forever more

When her apparition is seen
I will be redeemed
I will be redeemed