Lead astray the gazers
The razors on your seducing skin
In the meadow of sinful thoughts
Every flower's perfect
I am the Fallen
You are what my sins enclose
Lust is not as creative
As its discovery
To paradise with pleasure
Haunted by fear.
Bless me, undress me
Pick your prey in a wicked way
God I must confess...
... I do envy the sinners