§3

All was still when I broke the seal
In dwindling winter morning shades
I knew a ransom must be paid out

Apostasy, a curse on me?
The weaker vessel secure the grace of God
Matrimonial locks, skeleton key

She pursue my gaze on her
A dance within a masquerade
The servants ransom culled and laid out
From hereditary cornucopia (hereditary cornucopia)

This dire desire for wealth
The lure of a prosperous well

The disfigured child won't die young
The hearts of us all she has won
But you must leave here, ooh

Silent curtsy, tearful bliss
(Bless you, ooh)
Carnal shame, a secret treaty
The lovers bond