Where do I look for my soul,
Which I sold to the devil,
As I asked my mentors,
About my missing soul?
Was not the night of my death,
When my soul went missing,
Was not the day of my birth,
When I saw the darkness of my heart?
There’s nothing left to fear, Deathra,
Tell her to spend a book’s time,
I might find my soul in her smiles.
I talk about a woman, I see in adoration,
The Sterling Queen does tickle words,
To speak on her honor.