She came with flowers On this lush and deep pathThere was a rain showerShe had visions of the psychopathHer sister was murdered hereHer body and soul in heavenShe still cries many tearsThere's still no confessionEvery year on this dateShe brings flowers to the spotHer death was filled with hateHer body bled a lotThe psychopath escapedFrom prison that nightHer sister was killed and rapedShe died in complete frightHer body...
