i remember in the old days
when life was good, i walked with god
in the autumn the days of plenty

turned to days of none
my life was done
but i have captured

a mythical beast
and she will never be released
through the winter chains of pillars

of boyhood doubt, my cross threw out
i cursed the heavens
before the adam in the great design

the shame was mine
but i have captured
a mythical beast

and she will never be released