Attic [Germany] - Die Engelmacherin

The twinge of remorse grew stronger each day Her guilty conscience, a mental strain Poor Alice, she needed a friend Someone to talk to, who understands ...Understands Prioress Clare was always at hand The heart and soul of the convent Talking to her was such a relief She could keep a secret and ease Alice's grief Oh, death drew near unseen Peace can be deceiving Alice felt so unburdened In the cloister garden Reciting the rosary Having devotions quietly While the church bell rang She heard the cherubs sing Not knowing that soon Her child would be one of them "Don't trust the Prioress" In secret Clare was a snitch And so submissive to the abbess Right on the next day She gave Alice's secret away ...Betrayal Without a spark of decency She reported Alice's pregnancy "Transgression against holy law You know the procedure, take care of that whore!" Oh, death drew near unseen Peace can be deceiving Alice felt so unburdened In the cloister garden Reciting the rosary Having devotions quietly While the church bell rang She heard the cherubs sing Not knowing that soon Her child would be one of them "Don't trust the Prioress" In the refectory One meal was prepared separately Clare was a master of her craft Margaret's herbalist Oh Alice never noticed that strange bitterness Nor the poison of the prioress "Mother, this herbal extract With mandrake and blue flag Black hellebore and archangel Is the key To kill what's not meant to be" Alice felt so unburdened In the cloister garden Reciting the rosary Having devotions quietly While the church bell rang She heard the cherubs sing With every meal, with every bite She was killing her child ...Killing her child