And now in tranquil fortitude

The shifting sands of time

I was sick with fever

Hand on the hymns

Expiring

Ashen eyes in delirium

Soliloquay in suspirium

No! No! No!

A lock on the sanctum

One of the cursed, forever in debt

Daughter, my unfortunate son

I bequeath you verity

Twins, usurping strands of flesh

You are not mine

Poison loins of mother

Cursed my vigorous seed

Longing for a child

My love for her

Birthed a controversial plan

Her eye on him

One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave

The bane of my existencе

Sordid flesh communion

Gold in mouth, he impregnatеs

Swallowed my shame

Like a man of affairs

Lineage and name

Still fast in my prayers