If our love were ever to become a gamble between the gods,
And the Lord and the Devil both desired to see us flawed,
I would make my plans for deicide and, as a mortal, face the odds.
First, I would build you a castle and hide you far away,
So no god could find you or take you as his prey.
They would have to go through a man if they wanted to get their way.
Then, I would fashion a sword of the most wonderful elements,
Sharper than Satan’s wit and greater than God’s blessedness,
I would wield it into battle and redefine the Exodus.
Through the gates of Heaven and across the plains of Hell,
I would meet the gods wherever to confront them where they dwelled.
Yea, a mortal man I may be, their homes would be expelled.
And if I should fail in my quest for our love,
The gods would at least regret their gamble thereof,
And I alone would stand as the martyr who set you above.