Vers1:
I am the heir to but the disgrace
Dispatched to follow common ways
to wipe it clean, the face of a name.
Forlorn with thee.which beat me with so much blame
You say I am the embodiement of shame
As you discarded all of my past childhood dreams
I settle with faith and expect no more light to gleam

Ref:
Put under the yoke of holiness
Put under the pain of sin
My vows to dark halls of stone
Where Im aging along with the drudgeries within
Put under the joke of sin

Vers2:
My fatihs deranged and so am I
Since my father said goodbye
Now hes nomore at least not for me
This my deedsto oblige a deciveful memory
And penance for a birth not meant to be
He left me to wither, concieled by a veil
What a blessing to find a place where purity was for sale

Ref:

Brygga:
Black sheeps been folded, the surplusses from outside
Less wellbread natures, put away or choose themselves to hide
Some are like me desending from lewdness and adultry
Were cleansed of bad things, and I guess there is much in me.

Endless dreams about feeling something more inside of me.