Ne'er has father turned his wrath upon me,

and I adore that he could see,

Mother was never his to be

In the lught of her welcoming heart,

Father impaled a dagger, oh so sharp.

For in truth I wished her dead,

Mother never appriciated our family name, just know that 

our former glory ought to be acknowledged by every man and woman

I've spend many hours adream wishing for the death of mother

smothering myself in the love of father

so when he sought a new lover

I woved that his former fear of castration would come to life

Cause in truth, I am the only girlæ for the man who made me

All I wish is for him to see, that I was his to be

But he will face the same alienation that fate game Oedipus

Yet, he'll never walk another mile for today we'll put him in the ground