| Song | Our Lady in Darkness |
| Artist | The Legendary Pink Dots |
| Album | Island of Jewels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Our lady in the abbatoir. She's hanging headless, charred. Baby on her | |
| breast - there's nothing left, the milk turned to powder, Twist her, she's | |
| an hour glass - but time has died. The blast was final. Captain's flat down | |
| in the urinal fixing cos he's sick of shooting shadows. |