******'s sin is mine alone.
She never understood her power.
She wanted innocent flirtation
while I desired her perfect flower.
Her mother died to save her
but just saved me instead.
I brought her to my bed for comfort,
that night we finally bled.
****** floats wild on the wind.
Her cheap perfume keeps me hard.
She died birthing our sin.
She had to deal the final card.
Lyrics in search of music.