We are worshipers of the beautiful female

They are all worthy, in the eyes of a beholder

Why do we play this game?

Cause the four points of Eros put are hearts aflame?

Now that we are at the bottom

It is clear that the end is near

For there is nothing else to sea

But the dust of her tranquility

For then and only then

Will man and god ever meet

How ever hard and ever neat

Will the words of Girard

Come to peak