“Oh, blessed Celestia,
You know I am a righteous man,
Of my virtue I am justly proud.”

Et tibit Mater

“Oh, blessed Celestia,
You know I’m so much purer than
The ignorant, vulgar, weak, disordered crowd.”

“Then tell me, Celestia,
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold’ring eyes still scorch my soul.”

“I feel her, I see her
The sun caught on her shining scales,
Is blazing in me out of all control.”

“Like fire,
Drake’s fire,
This fire in my skin…
This burning
Desire
Is turning me… to… sin.”

“It’s not my fault.”

Mea culpa

“I’m not to blame.”

Mea culpa

“It was the dragon girl, the witch, who stoked this flame.”

Mea maxima culpa

“It’s not my fault.”

Mea culpa

“Harmony’s plan.”

Mea culpa

“Hath made these creatures so much stronger than I aaaaaaam!”

“Protect me, Celestia,
Don’t let this serpent cast her spell
Don’t let her fires sear my flesh and bone.
Destroy her and smite her,
And let her taste the fires of Hell.
Or else let her be mine and mine alo~one.”

“Drake’s fire,
Dark fire,
Now dragon, it’s your turn.
Choose me or
Your pyre.
Be mine or you… will… buuuurn.”

“Oh, have mercy on her.”

Kyrie Eleison

“Oh, have mercy on me.”

Kyrie Eleison

“But she will be mine
Or sheee… will… buuuuuuuuurn!”