§3 Lyrics by Opeth
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”