behind closed doors of ornately gilded walls
hushed whispers, wandr'ing hands, a stolen kiss
sins of the father reflect on us all
no guard nor priest knows something is amiss
I told you my sins, you sharpened your knife
my beating heart, a sacrifice so fine
damn all those who would dare to call you wife
you'll be bloodless, clean, and naked, and mine.
odi - "I hate the way he makes me feel";
amo - "by God above, our love is real".
pray for me, I forsake his name for yours.
our romance, an obsession gone off track
for your honor, I have fought many wars:
one touch of your hand and God rushes back.