"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