She wasn't yet thirteen years old,
And she wore a snow-white dress,
Her long curly, blonde hair
Fell around eyes full of sadness
They found her in the dark basement
Of the one who had tormented her for years,
Down there, the dead silence prevailed—
But something sacred too
She said,
"God, I've been searching for hours already,
But I've found nothing,
I always knew that he was missing something."
She wanted to see his soul,
She wanted to see where his love dwelt,
She wanted to see his soul,
She wanted to see whether the love was worth it,
She wanted to touch his heart just once,
And finally understand his cruelty
She had surrendered to him,
But this time, she wasn't intoxicated,
Now he couldn't move,
Because, this time, she had switched their glasses
She asked,
"If I cut open your stomach,
Will I just find guts?
Or will I see your soul?"
She wanted to see his soul,
She wanted to see where his love dwelt,
She wanted to see his soul,
She wanted to see whether the love was worth it,
She wanted to touch his heart just once,
And finally understand his cruelty
In her hand she held a knife,
And her arm was red to the shoulder,
And no one would forget it,
The sight before their eyes
She said,
"God, I've ripped his intestines out,
And I wanted him to suffer,
But, apparently, his body never had a soul."
She wanted to see his soul,
She wanted to see where his love dwelt,
She wanted to see his soul,
She wanted to see whether the love was worth it,
She wanted to touch his heart just once,
And finally understand his cruelty