******'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.