My God, I say, please look away,
for quiet now I need to stay.
When loose then becomes his belt,
I'm finding I've already knelt.
Not for prayer, yet on my knees,
my squire's got me begging please.
In a fight or sharpening my sword,
Dear God, forgive my pride,
but no coin has just one side.
Your name still remains on my lips,
yet louder when he moves his hips.
Sin is my vice, it grips me tight,
that's how it'll be, no point to fight.
I'm trying so hard to hide,
just how stiff remains my pride.
My God, better turn away your gaze,
don't wanna see how a nobleman strays.
In the night I get worshipped,
so much, that I can barely sit.
In the morning, when I wake,
thank you a thousand times over.
That I never have to come to,
in an empty bed and sober.
Translation by me & @tokymii