Oh Eve upon thy brood of sorrows,
seek to see no more tomorrows,
for all the best there were to be,
hath ended there ‘neath the apple tree.
Oh Eve thy pearl cheeks and tears,
thou steadfast heart against all fears,
a single kiss to give in haste,
then lay it all to fire and waste.
All women damned they say for you,
then so it be, and see it through,
if damned we be then damned we are,
then hitch our hopes upon that star.
Oh Eve upon thy brood of sorrows,
seek we not to see the morrow,
but gaze our eyes upon the light,
that solely burns enwrapped by night.
Oh mother of murder, knowledge and life
oh cursed girl, oh damned wife,
oh Eve upon thy brood of sorrows,
seek to see no more tomorrows.
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