Oh, what perfection The flesh and the form An angel befit of the maestro's design You are my light and I am your requiem Of all things divine You are the only one To bask and to play with such untouched brilliance To cower and wait This obsession devours me The eyes of God know not what has grown in me I suffer and plead for the end to the misery Little lamb, you've given me purpose No longer shall silence embracе us We'll finally see an end to this repriеve, deceive With her love, this pain shall come to pass With her love, this pain shall come to pass You see her there, alone A precious vessel that is yours to take Beautiful visions of love To call your own She knows not what she is A vessel, a concubine for all of our sins Oh, what perfection The flesh and the form An angel befit of the maestro's design You are my light and I am your requiem Of all things divine You are the only one I'm taking back what's rightfully mine My purpose is not without reason