Beata Dwayna,
You know I am a righteous man,
Of my virtue I am justly proud
Beata Dwayna,
You know I’m so much purer than,
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd,
Then tell me, Dwayna,
Why I see him marching there,
Why his smoldering eyes still scorch my soul
I feel him, I see him,
The sun caught in shining armor,
Is blazing in me out of all control
Like fire,
Dhuumfire,
This fire in my skin,
This burning desire,
Is turning me to sin
It’s not my fault,
I’m not to blame,
It is the Seraph boy,
The captain who sent this flame
It’s not my fault,
If in gods’ plan,
They made the demons so much,
Stronger than a man
Protect me, Dwayna,
Don’t let this guardian cast his spell,
Don’t let his fire sear my flesh and bone,
Destroy Thackeray,
And let him taste the fires of Torment,
Or else let him be mine and mine alone
Dhuumfire,
Dark fire,
Now Seraph, it’s your turn,
Choose me or,
Your pyre,
Be mine or Kryta will burn
Grenth have mercy on him,
Grenth have mercy on me,
But he will be mine,
Or Kryta will burn!