In the midst of flaming ruins sits a scarlet woman bare
 Bearing arms of blooded silver sitting stalwart on a mare
 She has journeyed through salvation she has journeyed all alone
 She has journeyed through the twilight to find shelter in the sun
 Lashed inside a raven corset wearing heels immersed in ash
 Underneath her raven cloister she is blooded, bruised and scratched
 She has journeyed through forever turning feathers into stone
 Dressed in nothing but her girdle she bears carnage in her soul
 
 In the midst of blood and fire sits a scarlet woman still
 She is waiting for completion waiting patiently, tranquil
 She has journeyed through purgation watching crimson turn to black
 She is waiting for perfection scratching symbols in her back
 Clenching hands reveal a dagger made of silver, made of led
 She is cutting crests of crimson carving symbols in the dead
 From the apex of perfection hangs the loving Jesus crowned
 Crowned in thorns of misconception as a beacon to the blind
 
 In the midst of my desires sits a scarlet woman pure
 She has journeyed through the slaughter to unveil the truth of four
 Lashed inside her blooded girdle she is waiting for the rain
 To deliver her from evil and deliver her from pain
 Only seconds after waiting golden rain begins to fall
 It relieves her aching body and revives the burning soil
 As a consequence of murder foursome rises from the dew
 To desire more than nothing is a hunger of the few