My sworn charge was guarding your slumber, a vigil of whiteBy kissing the trail of your ankles, so slender and paleBut I betray every oath in the still of the nightAs I slowly undress you from satin to lace and to veilThis marriage, a contract, a political artBut tonight, I will cleanse you and leave you my markI will love you with skill that would make a saint fall apartTill the candle burns out and the night meets the larkOh Sophie, you're my sin and my saving graceMy heart finds no air in this cold, foreign placeBeneath my steel armor, a woman's heart beats in the blackLonging to fall at the altar of your thighs and not look backI make love to you softly, my princess, my sacred estateOur bodies a feast upon velvets and silks you were lentWe are rebels who steal this one night from the hands of our fateAnd I drink from your lips a wine that is heaven-sentThis marriage, a contract, a political artBut tonight, I will cleanse you and leave you my markI will love you with skill that would make a saint fall apartTill the candle burns out and the night meets the larkOh Sophie, you're my sin and my saving graceMy heart finds no air in this cold, foreign placeBeneath my steel armor, a woman's heart beats in the blackLonging to fall at the altar of your thighs and not look backAnd there at the altar, in your gown of white laceI stand clad in steel, a mere shadow of griefBut a whisper cuts through, finding me in that spaceI will kill him before his touch brings me defilement and strifeWait for me in the darkness, my knight, we will flee without a traceTo a shore where our love can command its own lifeOh Sophie, you're my sin and my saving graceMy heart finds no air in this cold, foreign placeBeneath my steel armor, a woman's heart beats in the blackLonging to fall at the altar of your thighs and not look backWe'll runMy princessMy Sophie