Take these hooks from my flesh,
Cast across the ring of fate by the fire in thine eyes
This temple is reduced to ash
This cross, this thing of hate, desire never dies
Lord have mercy!
Take these tears and wipe the slate
Fear not heresy!
Draw the line across this circle of my fate
Take these hooks from my flesh,
The flesh of a sentient being
This temples is reduced to ash by looking back and seeing thee in chains