[00:01.12]The three visions, the Mother Superior bore
[00:04.97]A bitter forewarning of what was in store
[00:08.43]This infant so frail must not grow to be strong
[00:11.66]The world was at risk if she waited too long
[00:15.18]So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep
[00:18.60]And enter where mother and child were both asleep
[00:22.18]And onwards she moved to where the crib lay
[00:25.16]She leant over the baby and started to pray
[00:28.76]She prayed for forgiveness for what she would do
[00:32.30]She prayed that the knife in her hand would aim true
[00:35.47]But all of a sudden she was now paralyzed
[00:39.52]The baby daughter had opened her eyes