Why give what only pain sells?

Oh tell me, sweet lover,

What have I begun?

Oh tell me, sweet lover,

What have I become?

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Burdens of light, 

Of fire and coal.

And it feels so nice,

And it feels so cold.

In the heat I am freezing,

Deprived in the abundance.

Because I am eating what kills me,

And starving what hungers.

And how would I know,

Oh coven of lovers?

What darkened desires

Lurk under these covers.

How to unveil

Such wretched of things…

How to prevail,

Will my heart ever sing?

To comfort the body

In forfeited curse.

Then document here

In merely a verse.

My comfort is in this sinful nature,

Darkness has become my only pleasure.

I was born for this pain, sin if relief.

This detestable act, and then I will sleep.

I have forsaken you

As you uplifted me.

I have disgraced your name for all to see.

These tears I cry

Are for you alone.

If tonight I would die

It would be of my own.

This sorrow of sorrows is beyond all compare.

My life has been swallowed,

Laid out,

And left bare.

Bleeding and broken,

Beaten and bruised.

I was the one you had chosen,

How could I lose?

As I cried out I was shattered like glass.

Why would you save me?

I had broken your heart.

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Oh tell me, sweet lover,

What have I begun?

Oh tell me, sweet lover,

What have I become?