O Santa Muerte, beautiful lady of darkness
Your chiming laughter fills my arteries
And mind with spiders, and fear multiplies
Soft vermillion lips set in a terrifying grin
Inviting me to not just partake in but also enjoy sin
The friendless, the lonely and the frightened gone mad
In your shadows find their places rich and grand
An utter abandonment of the responsibilities of life
In your realm there is only peace and moral sacrifice
Madness, pure gladness in my Goddess’ world
Fingernails touching faces, noses pressed to waters that board
Ghastly scenes and terrored dreams of falling down imaginary staircases
Then arising awake, realising there is no escape from rot in mental places
Fungal, frozen, fetid fetishes of the heart
That is true darkness, the lack of light is only a part
Of that black mirror we hold up to the world and ourselves selecting
Only the prettier things in Dorian Grey’s portrait and defending
The little bit of darkness residing within each person’s well
By presuming the creature down there cannot climb out of it’s hell
But if we were to drop down that ladder and descend the icy stair
We’d find that there was only a young child in a poor and humble lair
Rocking themselves and crying beneath cobblestones and ivy
That no one wanted to play, a voice quavering and tiny
My friend went away, she cries and she moans
Why did she leave me all alone?
In the core of everyone’s darkness lies child in a lot of pain
Dear Lady I call on you please let it not be in vain
Release the children from their suffering and set them on the path
From Tartaros to Elysium where they will live again in good health
For My Lady, you are the Goddess of death and madness
But through the rivers of life you also release from sadness
Whoever’s whispers came before, you judge a soul’s worth on it’s merits
And whatever it is that comes ahead there will be no more regrets
The past is gone, dissolved into inky black night
Never again will shadows and ghosts give me fright
This I pray, and by you I am blessed
By your cold, caring hands I am caressed
O Santa Muerte, beautiful lady of darkness