All of hell's angels and all of heaven's demonic beauties
Could not spare me the fools folly from once I came
And all at once I wished selfishly for a world undid
For my mortal soul should have been left to the clay
This breath is not life
This bane of unseen puppeteer
Who doth set the stage
Whose cross am I left to bare as the bell tolls and the raven flies
For evil and heaven lay in the same eye of fate
But it is us who controls the puppeteer