• Saint they called me
    when my sins brought me to this damp cells
    sins that shall take my head
    I gave bonding to those that loved
    and love bond me behind iron bars.
    Days could go by and no light be shone
    I long for the sight of roses again
    why was a fool to make love eternal
    follow my heart and put myself eternally
    behind bars

    I hear the exicutionares sharpen ax
    clinging against bars
    telling with each tap against metal
    "Your head is mine."

    And all I have left in my last
    moment are a small piece of paper
    and a little ink
    What shall I do?
    but I remeber her face, her sweet words
    the light in the damp dungeoun.
    The love of my life, brief as the life of
    a flower but in her grace beautiful as
    the petals of a rose. So I write and leave
    my cell to die

    As his ax falls, debudding me
    I remember my flower and smile as
    the strick takes me away. So beautiful like a rose.
    "Be my Valentine"