A wealth of standards that must be met,
Flesh with tinge neither black nor white
But held, instead, a crimson tone
Pleasing to the velvet throne

And in this torture I create
Evermore would he berate
And wish that I interrogate
Each rueful soul I find

Constant, still, is the racking
From innocent hearts I took to hacking
And the blood seeks words that atone
From the sinful velvet throne

I hear the pleas and taunting, still
To kill, to steal, other's wishes fulfill
Desire for the chance to live unbound
To the ruddy work my life has found

Wicked hands that hunger for power
Demand it, unfailing, at every waking hour
For each hidden spirit I make my own
Satisfies more the velvet throne

Twisted soul inside my frame
Forever a cold stone my heart shall remain
Lest some freedom is to me shown
A gallows by the velvet throne

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