I am my only theif and jailor keep beeviled and priest beseech the pander come to me

But mad love is religion enough for my heart

And to thise I gave life confessions of a gift worth end

I am the spirit's grin kissed witht he taste of silent tears
An the glutton for emptiness can feast on my heart

Such is the reign of banishment in my heart

And all lovers lost find them in the heart of darkness

In the minds where my dear alvina weeps once lifted their voice in praise
Argus-eyed my useful ghost did loose it's mind still they curse my former name

But mad love is religion enough for my heart