I am my only thief and jailer keep Bedeviled and priest beseech
The pander come to me But mad love is religion enough For my heart

And to those I gave life Confessions of a gift worth end
I am the spirit's grin kissed With the taste of silent tears
And the glutton for emptiness Can feast on my heart
Such is the reign of banishment In my heart

And all lovers lost Find them in the heart of darkness

In the minds where my dear alvina weeps Once lifted their voice in praise
Argus-eyed my useful ghost Did lose its mind Still they curse my former name
But mad love is religion enough For my heart