Sybil - Ataraxia

I ran away from the black church on fire\ngolden and silver trees falling on me\ntheir leaves just like tears of mercy\nI reached the lake whose waters changed into ice\nthey tried to bury me\nas a violet light\ntook me\na wild scream skinned inside\nI looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows\nall my images went out of their glass\nshowing me their hands a red cross stamped with\nblood\nI was the victim of a sacrifice\nthey tried to bury me\nas a violet light\ntook me\na wild scream skinned inside