From Anna

And now she is dead, my love
Dead and gone
Sweet Jane, Saint Jane,
Milk and Honey Jane

Have you forgotten, my love?
I lived and died in torment
And now I am here,
In your cabinet of broken things
Mutilated by the violent terror of your affection

And now she is here, here with us, my love
Shall we forgive the Blessed Jane for you?
Will she come to us, your blood stained virgin
You burned a saint and a martyr for her
With the shrouds of dead wives
You made her wedding gown
Our blood is on her hands, too

She left you
As you left her for me
And me for her
But we are friends in death,
Katarina and I
As we were foes in life
Though she stands
Head and shoulders above me

I will not leave you here
I will take any form, drive you mad
And when you cry out, out damned spot
We will laugh and drive you madder still

Come join us, my love
In this broken hearted purgatory
We will lock you in your own cabinet of broken things
For you are the broken one now

Come, come my love
Vengeance is waiting for you