Oh Magdalene, what have I become?
My anguished body is slowly coming undone.
Oh Magdalene, I've found you once again, and for a moment we are young.
But only for a moment; before you dissipate like the smoke in my lungs.
Oh Magdalene on a battered cross;
I buried your sleeping heart.
It's lying quietly under a bed of soil of frost.
And this house is where I used to come home, but it died a long time ago.
I feel the ache in its crumbling bones.
And this house, where I reside, doesn't feel like home.
It doesn't feel like home; it's just a place for me to occupy until I'm gone.
Oh God! My sainted body is but ash and bone.
Oh Magdalene, what have I become? I am nothing but your ghost.
I am nothing but your ghost. (x4)
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