I sold my soul for a woman before.
  I turned my back on love for lust,
  a black heart tarnished white knight.
  I want you so badly now. I can't trust
  wild haired beauty singing from rocky
  shores drawing me closer every night.
  I'm no saint. I've starved for years and
  smell your feast hungering for a taste.  
  I feel death's cold breath on my neck
  my body shrinking, skin like paste.
  I'm old and set in ways like stone.
Lie with me naked. I won't die alone.