Die Engelmacherin - Attic

The twinge of remorse grew stronger each day

Her guilty conscience, a mental strain

Poor Alice, she needed a friend

Someone to talk to, who understands

…Understands

Prioress Clare was always at hand

The heart and soul of the convent

Talking to her was such a relief

She could keep a secret and ease Alice’s grief

Oh, death drew near unseen

Peace can be deceiving

Alice felt so unburdened

In the cloister garden

Reciting the rosary

Having devotions quietly

While the church bell rang

She heard the cherubs sing

Not knowing that soon

Her child would be one of them

Joan always said: «Don't trust the Prioress»

In secret Clare was a snitch

And so submissive to the abbess

Right on the next day

She gave Alice’s secret away

…Betrayal

Without a spark of decency

She reported Alice’s pregnancy

Margaret:

«Transgression against holy law

You know the procedure, take care of that whore!»

Oh, death drew near unseen

Peace can be deceiving

Alice felt so unburdened

In the cloister garden

Reciting the rosary

Having devotions quietly

While the church bell rang

She heard the cherubs sing

Not knowing that soon

Her child would be one of them

Joan always said: «Don't trust the Prioress»

In the refectory

One meal was prepared separately

Clare was a master of her craft

Margaret’s herbalist

Oh Alice never noticed that strange bitterness

Nor the poison of the prioress

Clare:

«Mother, this herbal extract

With mandrake and blue flag

Black hellebore and archangel

Is the key

To kill what’s not meant to be»

Alice felt so unburdened

In the cloister garden

Reciting the rosary

Having devotions quietly

While the church bell rang

She heard the cherubs sing

With every meal, with every bite

She was killing her child

…Killing her child