• Tis wrong!
    To mourn that thou hast gone.
    Tis wrong!
    That for thee i verily long.
    Tis wrong!
    That thou art the subject of this song.

    Tis perverse!
    That in thy laugh i am emersed.
    Tis perverse!
    That i celebrate thee in verse.
    Tis perverse!
    That i want to be thy only first.


    Tis insolent!
    That i declare thy body magnificent.
    Tis insolent!
    To defend thy virtue resplendent.
    Tis insolent!
    That i hide in thy benevolence.

    I am monster...
    For in my bosom love for thee fosters.
    I am thy doom.
    For me thou canst make an Eden of a room.
    Tis immature!
    To hand in hand satisfy holy-scripture.
    Will Jeckyll die by the hand of Hyde,
    Because i want thee to be my bride?

    Remeber i am a bane...
    But when ye see the sun cry.
    Know i can play the man.
    To warm thee to be thy eye.
    Daring the way, so danger youll understand.


    Now Astuarian, spainish lady,
    Permit Amara to fill my pockets with stones.
    Have her shove me into the Rhine.
    Apparently gallantry and young women, cant be trusted alone.