Once I walked with faith
I found her foul and spat her out
My absinthian guest, if only your charm were as deep as your flesh
One night I walked with beauty
I found her bitter and I insulted her
Oh witches, oh beasts I have entrusted my treasure to thee
Once I slept with grace
I found her ill and full of bane, vain, and far sicker
Than the wrath of the Wicked King Wicker
The smoke from her fire turned everything black

So never think of me for the sake of sanity
Although I'm fond of your scars
The failing of fervor, the crossing of stars
Once I lad with beauty, and I laid her to rest
If only, if only her charm had been as deep as her flesh
The smoke from her fire turned everything black