I will cradle me into a bed of thorns

Cater to my inner carnal needs

Inside of the darkest hole, I am yours

Crown me your god, Fragoré

Thou stuck like a little pig

Don't I look a bit atrocious as I sever you limb from limb?

Payment is crucial, my dear

I apologize it has come to this, yet I must claim a relic

I must claim your stone

Born of radiance

Born of the purest star

Born of radiance

Born of the purest star

Tearing in, I am almost to it

Ribs cracking like little twigs

Grabbing the sternum, ripping it out of sight

Working my fingers through the flesh

The protector from such prying hands

I will not be hindered

I will show my might

Born of radiance

Born of the purest star

Born of radiance

Born of the purest star

Curling around the present

This surely must be a dream

I have become the one

The four have now become the three

The light has been gleaned