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Woman look to the mirror
In the autumn of your years
Woman you try so hard in hiding
As you're making up at the vanity of your fears
You're painting your face in the morning
And you touch up your grey streaked hair
With a dye of auburn brown
With a pencil you're lining your eyes to a smile
But the years of your hardened heart
Still turning your mouth to a frown
So take off your mask my lady
The Marriage will come so prepare for the cleansing in the lamb
See the diamonds in that crown you've been wearing
Now do they resemble the thorns in the crown he did bear
Did he see you clothed in scarlet linen
As you turned out the homeless from your door with only a prayer
Did you remember the power how he loved those who pierced him
As you were crusading by the power of your blood stained sword
We sleeping with kings in a bed that denied him
Now will you let go the gavel to hold the nail scarred hands he bore
So take off your mask my lady
The Marriage will come so prepare for the cleansing in the lamb
Woman look to the mirror
What will he desire in you in the autumn of your years
Your sins have marred you but he will bring you beauty again
He will hold you if you'll cry a humble tear
