I cannot deny that I desire,
That tempest which also breathes in life,
As a mortal man I pine,
Susceptible to the temptation of strife.
It is from the Night we have emerged,
Before the sun’s rays ever shone,
Like a drowning man dreaming of breath,
All mortal men will fight only death.
I cannot deny that I desire,
That tempest of temptation that ever pulls,
Tis within a storm a man will find
His eternal everlasting soul.
From the womb we are pushed into life,
And every breath will arrive with desire,
For a woman I will always want,
Forsaking the peace that I need.
As a living man I understand,
Tis only the dead who sleep in peace,
And I cannot deny that I desire,
A woman, the tempest of temptation.