The Altar [Reprise]
Ethel Cain
God of the evening god of the night
Show thyself to me bless this unholy rite
A child of thine own nature impurely born
That thy hath forsaken unrightfully scorned
O father, o father what have I done wrong
That you would forsake me
That I wouldn’t belong
Please give me an answer
Please give me a sign for if I am imperfect
Thus is your design
The funeral pyre has been ashes for days
The groom and his dead wife
Are set in their ways my body is aching
But still we push on because if we stop here
We’ll be dead by the dawn