And there on this night Strung up in my sight Naked she sways Displayed for their vulgar delight
I scream through my bars at the stars That for these crimes of mine solace me I will fear not the flames That to passion are tame Not nearly the same searing pain (I pray) As held sway upon losing her Nor the mettle of roars That will settle like ashes and scores As with our ghosts in the fog When we both turn no more!
