Had I were to drift myself behind?
Caught in desperate for stealing stars
Tripped over the ivy I pour
Ashamed by the scars I tore

My dignity was all a deceiving fowl
My truth was just reckless thoughts
My laugh was merely a tempting desire
Unable to concede the devil's fraud

Tremble upon, now crumble beneath
My lust and thirst had begged its heed
The dark had yet to hush our light
For it is needed upon calling the knight