Of all the poisons that run and grow
Many I´ve studied and stored for my own
But none of them vices works as strong
As the words been spilled by your rivals tongue

Oh, many a poison acts swift or slow
Some crueler than others, either painfull or dull
Yet none of them traceless, as the feelings below
Caused by defilement of a broken vow

True a poison works baneful
Yet compared to attaint
It is mellow and gracious
Saving further complaint

Oh I rather choose the poison
Than the tainted, evil words
Poured by trusted, out of treason
For the poison barely hurts

And I rather die in pain
Than suffer by my pride
And I rather die in vain
Than stay by the devils side

My argent queen, once I thought,
of pride and worth, and wrath
I looked upon your pale, fair face
And followed down your path
Once, I was torn and driven
between honor and disgrace
Until all hope and life and light
Dissolved beneath a haze

Oh Lady, all of my desire
I lost and earned again
Once in a day, once in a week
I whondered, here and then
How I got lost inside this mire
Of hopelessness and rage
I fled, I charged, I stashed
rushing to the deepest,
darkest stage

I called you lady, even then
Yet bitterness is gone
My fear and fume slowly recede
And every task is done
I still can hear your chant
When you are full and fair
But now, your voice is far and faint
My mind diverted and restrained
And I feel banned and bare
Under a new, seductive call
Ensnaring all my heart