OPETH§3

all was still
when I broke the seal
In dwindling winter morning shades
I knew a ransom must be paid out
apostasy, a curse on me?
the weaker vessel secure under grace of god
matrimonial locks, skeleton key
she pursue my gaze on her
a dance within a masquerade
the servants ransom culled and laid out
from hereditary cornucopia
this dire desire for wealth
the lure of a prosperous well
"the disfigured child won't die young
the hearts of us all she has won
but you must leave here..."
silent curtsy, tearful bliss
"god bless you"
"carnal shame, a secret treaty
the lovers bond"