A crepe it hangs upon a wreath of black Comes a gentle rock of a baby casket Forth and back, this way, then that Its eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken Its eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken Still a tiny smile crawls across his lips Not an angel, but not quite a man Gifted with tooth, almost a fang Hooves afoot and claws almost at hand, gifted with tooth, almost a fang His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken Still a tiny smile crawls across his lips, with evil at his fingertips Still a tiny smile crawls across his lips, with evil at his fingertips The sun does rise and will set in his eyes Do no wrong, only right in her mind The mother of the newborn evil Does not realize His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken His eyes not yet wide open, a heart born already broken The sun does rise and will set in his eyes Do no wrong, only right in her mind The sun does rise and will set in his eyes The mother of the newborn evil Does not realize