The black cradle

I follow her down a stairwell to a cold and dim lit hall
To the last door on the left side
She pushed the key in the hole
Then she said such a strange thing
Turned the key and then she said
"We must both keep our voices low
Quiet like the dead, like the dead"
I walked with her through a creaking door
To a cold and dim lit room, pictures of herself
Upon her shelf, where the incense burned
Then I noticed her violin
She shook her head to me and she said
"We must both keep the sound down low
Quiet like the dead, like the dead"
She led me into a small room

Strange handprints on the walls
There was a big black cradle
She says don't rock anymore
Then she reached for the black veil
Turned her head to me and she said
"We must both keep our voices low
Quiet like the dead

We must both keep the sound down low
Quiet like the dead"
She threw the black veil open
As I stepped to look inside
I opened up the cask
Looked beyond the mask and I saw myself
My God, I saw myself!