I sit in my chamber
with book and fire at my side
I sit and think
rapping on my mind
visions of love and lust
to the tigeress clawing at my heart
she dances of a dream
flowing to the drum of rain
but alas
tis only thought that brings my lady fair
the present of past
in the sorrow of my mind
she procides with angels
that fly with golden wings
and in the end
an eternity apart
for I dance with the devil in the moonlight above
and sign his book in blood
and before it was dry
my soul was lost forever
a hell without my lady fair
So visions of warped past I cling to
my last bit of sanity in the world of sane
my last bit of love
will never be the same
