• As I step up to the higher platform,
    trembling with anticipation of the moment
    when I will receive my just reward;

    I smile wistfully, remembering
    all the deeds and lives torn asunder,
    everything I worked for has come to this.

    My life: was a dreary cloud trying to catch the sun
    as she shuffled across the azure plain
    existence but a delusion

    Until the crimson light painted my bleak canvas sky.
    It gave me joy and rapture
    which swept me off my feet by this stranger being.

    The life of the party, the fear of being caught
    made it sweet as honey and as tangy my blade
    Deadly sins our allies and virtues our adversaries.

    Now I can have my reward
    walking slowly to the square
    where YOU now wait swaying
    My ring made just for me.

    I step up to meet my destiny with you
    the Chaplin mumbling something I can't quite grasp
    but I understand it all too well.

    They take the ring and put it on me
    I feel honored but it wasn't all me, no it wasn't;
    Without them i wouldn't be here at all.

    Many rings are made of precious metal and jewels
    however, mine is unique in o so many ways
    It's course and rough, made of starched rope.

    A person's hand moves towards the rod
    pulling it and thus ending the ceremony, the entertainment;
    executing my bachelor's life...

    My reward of all
    my sculpting lover is
    a hangman's noose.