An utter shame in a cloudy storm
Awaits the accursed crew
Of lustful men

Who prey in unison in search of whom to devour
They re like a loosed soul,wandering in a sphere
Cage of lunacy

Woe!
Unto that man of no little standard
For in the midst of his foes
At the center square of the market squad
A disgraceful rain awaits his stiffened spirit
His ends chained with the fabrics of sorrow