The Murderer and the Harlot (Prison of Ice)

I am a scoundrel,
you are a wretch.
You’ve followed me here,
to this dark filthy trench.

I am a liar,
you are a slave.
We both languor on,
with one foot in the grave.

I am a killer,
you are a whore.
But what makes my sin,
more hideous than yours?

‘Cause we’re both horrid scum society rejects;
we’re the loathsome chapters most readers neglect.

I am a murderer, and you are a harlot;
let’s salvage our lives… or what’s left of it.

So you found me here in this prison of ice;
will I survive or meet my demise?
And will you be my guardian angel,
or just another fallen devil?

I am a killer, and you are a whore.
But look, we have an open door!
We can ascend toward salvation,
or plunge and fall to our damnation.

So let’s escape from this prison of ice;
we’ll change our course and avoid our demise.
We can’t erase our old transgressions,
but there’s a chance to grasp redemption.

I am a killer, and you are a whore;
let's both be sinners who sin no more.
While in the flesh we’re locked in prison,
at least our spirits will be ransomed.

I am a scoundrel, and you are a wretch;
let’s both ascend from this dark filthy trench.
While we have time let's salvage our lives,
and save our souls from this prison of ice.