I had a feeling of passionate love
That drove me to secrets I never feared...

Times have passed
And passed have times...

I linger on the fortress’ stairs
And tremble from what I couldn’t dare...

Selves moan and hail not leniency
And we blubber to rinse the precision...

Alone sits the poor man
Alone sits the poor women...

Step on a poor bird
And the door of heaven rings...

Tomorrow I shall die
Tomorrow I shall live...

Words linger in my head scared to rise,
when seraphs flew down from skies...

Brute is not a man you seek,
Yet you and I discern he's a freak...

I grabbed the cup
And I filled my thirst...

Yet I hear no sound as I woke
And no screams behind the doors...

Lie it is not
I couldn't say it now...