This Autumn breeze shall strip the treesnAnd freeze me to the bonenWhy must these three sisters teasenTheir lonely brother so?nnKnowledge is a cursenBut ignorance is worse I fearnWould you agree my dear?nI have watched you grownFrom the same seed as my own shall grownAnd they will never know hownnHow this autumn breeze shall strip the treesnAnd freeze me to the bonenWhy must these three sisters teasenTheir lonely brother so?nI don't know I don't knownnPleasure is a sinnAnd abstinence shall win this daynAnd that's the way it's gonna staynBlack Parisian lacenYour salvation - my disgracenMy God where did you go wrong?nnI don't know if I can stop my eyesnFrom drifting slowly over holy terrors of the soulnNo self controlnThat Autumn chill is with me still