"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