oh dear yes, gift a smile upon that beuty of a face shine upon a world of abyss,

and salute it with your loving embrace,

'Savor none of your fruits, simply lie against the roots,

The hour you recieve the same, Is the moment you curse upon every name,

Murder every beast you spent so long to tame,

The gentle heart lies dead in vain,

The spring is gone but you have welcomed the rain,

Seduced the heavens and for you they march, with there might upon hell,

oh where may a soul now dwell?