"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