Like Fire, Hellfire. This fire in my skin. This burning desire is turning me to sin.

Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud Beata Maria, you know I’m so much purer then The common vulgar weak licentious crowd; Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there? Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul? I see her, I feel her, the sun caught in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control