I see her face and I cannot believe my eye
I watched her burn in flames
I'm certain that she died
She's still alive how can that be?
Pagan illusions haunting me?
She has risen from the grave but she's not the same
Her eyes as bright as the sun are now a paltry shade of grey
And her once pristine face is now covered with decay
She has risen from the grave but she, she's not the same