"To Save One's Soul, We Need Nothing More Than Regret, And This Shall Become The Fall Of Man"      I have cursed thy grace in heavens   For such torments given to my heart   Such pain to pay for feelings   What throne of thorns inside I've felt      "O lo', as the morn breaks   And yon is the memory of thine warmth   O lo', as the morn breaks   Deluge of tears upon frozen soil"      ...but this one last night   Would I repent   Her thrashed innocence   For whence we fell      ...but this one last night   Wish morn delays   Sole bitterness   For whence we fell      I have slept with fiends and serpents   For such pleasures given to our flesh   Such balefulness we all have felt   What dreadful deeds the night conceals