"To Save One's Soul, We Need Nothing More Than Regret, And This Shall Become The Fall Of Man"
I have cursed thy grace in heavens
For such torments given to my heart
Such pain to pay for feelings
What throne of thorns inside I've felt
"O lo´, as the morn breaks
And yon is the memory of thine warmth
O lo´, as the morn breaks
Deluge of tears upon frozen soil"
...but this one last night
Would I repent
Her thrashed innocence
For whence we fell
...but this one last night
Wish morn delays
Sole bitterness
For whence we fell
I have slept with fiends and serpents
For such pleasures given to our flesh
Such balefulness we all have felt
What dreadful deeds the night conceals
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