All hail! The phrase of tainted prose   The etchings that cover the rose   Well of thought of you, must surely be denied   For impure are the arts   That are painted in your eyes      Tonight, our lies shall be known, my faithless one   Tonight, our lies shall be known   And I'll await my heart's return      Resting forever in the shadow of a tomb   For a presence ever lost   In the presence of forever   For a presence ever lost      All hail! All hail! The phrase of the tainted prose   And I await, I will *   Denial, because of you *   Well thought of you      Tonight, our lies shall be known, my faithless one   Tonight, our lies shall be known   And I'll await my heart's return      All hail! The phrase of tainted prose   The etchings that cover the rose   Well of thought of you, must surely be denied   For impure are the arts   That are painted in your eyes      Tonight, our lies shall be known   And I'll await my heart's return   _______________________________________      *Uncertain