The mountains reach the highest peak
And the sun takes a lift in the storm
Trembling edges begin to fall
Behold the vilest love of all
For there is a rift in these poetic pages
I feel my love has been adjourned
For the vilest men of them all
Steals my heart
There is nothing more delightful than sin
Shall I go again in the mounts of heaven?
Shall my love fall this time around?
And if this love shall let me speak,
I shall speak of taverns!
Oh what more can the sun give me?
For I am the peak of the storm
And life is a rocky road, behold.