And I glee…
For you, glee…
A yearning so violent and grim!
In martyrdom I seek to clean my sins!
Forgive me not until I lash my back…
‘Cause in severance I bear the burden rack!!!!
The yowling you harkened scavanges me
And it's woe you taste along through the night!
So glee in torment of the funeral rites
And as light dims quick, you fear for your own life!!
The more you chant o nymph
The more I slither into despair…
The more you poison my blood
The more I crucify myself…