The Crossfire Gambit کے بول

Descend I might Decide to indulge in perversion I ask Will you Still bathe me in crimson? Obey My covering in penitence Obey When faith it deserts me I’m covered over in red and it’s a color that suits me Guilty hands and guilty eyes Kill Conviction Is seared My conscience is distant and Weakened But still It’s seventy times seven The fire That burns Twice as bright Burns half as long