Descend, I might
Decide to indulge in perversion
I ask, will you
Still bathe me in crimson?
Obey, My covering in penitence
Obey, When faith it deserts me...
I'm covered over in red and it's a color that suits me
Guilty hand and guilty eyes kill
Conviction, is seared
My conscience is distant and
Weakened, but still
It's seventy times seven
The fire that burns
Twice as bright, burns half as long