Oh, the beauty of my cursed lady,

The maiden of unchaste.

Her haunting body, the only sin

I've ever begged to taste.

Trysts are not in my nature

I'm a man of pious honor.

But her hips and lips invite the crime

of vestal minds to wander.

Her eyes, her eyes! They be afire

like the fires of Hells nine.

The horrors of the fair of face

that call to soon be mine.

Save me, God, I love the devil's

tempt of wicked kiss.

I'm doomed to Hell to touch the girl,

but Hell feels like bliss.