Night has fallen
The morn is due
Here I am a goodly maiden
Cumbered with the want for Adam

I yearned for you with a strange feel
While you were yet afar
This concupiscence like the dawn man
Has eaten away my sensory faculty

Like a fierce soldier on the bridge of war
I jumped into an awakening
Never will I be a slave
To the famous black archfiend

He will fill me with a want
To be a perpetual transgressor
To love the very crime I dread
And be filled with dreaded guilt

I will arise and be feisty
Like the valorous commander proper
Fully armored with the righteous breastplate
And the ageless sword of the spirit