And now in tranquil fortitude
The shifting sands of time
I was sick with fever (he's sick with fever)
Hand on the hymns (collapsing, expiring)
Ashen eyes, delirium (no)
Soliloquy, suspirium
No, no, no
A lock on the sanctum
One of the cursed (one of the cursed)
Forever in debt
Daughter, my unfortunate son
I bequeath you verity
Twins, usurping strands of flesh
You are not mine
Poisoned loins of mother
Cursed my vigorous seed
Longing for a child and my love for her
Birthed a controversial plan
Her eye on him
One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave
The bane of my existence
Sordid flesh communion
Gold in mouth, he impregnates
(Why)
Swallowed my shame
Like a man of affairs
With lineage and name
Still fast my prayers