O my pretty doll

how you entrance me so

Sitting there with that angelic face

Leaving nothing for me to trace

 

Your sweet blue eyes tell me so much

Of what you've have seen and what you've have done

The years have been rough

The days no better

Your tattered dress and mangled hair is all thats left

Of the gruesome past

 

Oh but don't worry my young sweet thing

Because I'm here to stay

And here to protect

Under your watchful glaze and bloodied hand.