The promise of fortune and fame...
Her kiss and her touch - are now my crutch
And I love her but know not her name...
She comes to inspire - and quench her desire
She leaves me a weak, broken man...
But I give and I take - my heart she can break
For those riches I’ll do what I can...
Sweet seductive words - phrases no one has heard
Visions of love I require...
And I tumble and fall - on my knees I will crawl
To her alter to light her holy fire...
I’ll raise demons from hell - call down angels as well
For my mistress demands all my passions
In return for my soul - she has promised me gold
And young maidens in the latest fashions...
For my art I would bleed - go insane, yes indeed
The Muse will grant gifts to her lover...
And they will tell my story - lacking not in glory
For the treasures of fame I did suffer...
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