Poor Beatrice

And the angels cried for you poor Beatrice Your time on earth was short and very far from bliss You turned heads wherever you have shown But on your final path you lost your own So many men around you But no one was as brave So you took it in your hands To bring him to his grave While he was sleeping in his bed Into his heart you drove the nail The hammer landed on his head And he turned slightly pale And the angels cried for you poor Beatrice Your tortured soul deserved so much more than this You turned heads wherever you have shown But on your final path you lost your own They knew about his cruelty But turned a blind eye to your pain In the end they saw you bleed And their prayers were in vain You hoped the veil would free you But your savior never came It was the scaffold where you wore it And not the altar, what a shame And the angels cried for you poor Beatrice When your time had come you sealed your last will with a kiss You turned heads wherever you have shown But on your final path you lost your own Amid a sea of candles They laid your body down Still spellbound by your beauty White roses as your crown They made you a sinner And hung you up in chains The hypocrites are gone by now Your legend it remains And the angels cried for you poor Beatrice There is so much joy in life that you had to miss You turned heads wherever you have shown But on your final path you lost your own Yeah on your final path you lost your own