Seven winds brought poison to this town/ with the false sin surely my pain will drown/ the source of everything/ I who have brought the world to it's knees/ cannot sleep again tonight (Seven Crimes and Punishments, sung)

A story of a young woman known as “Flower of the Plateau” / A flower girl, so very fair, who was loved by everyone she knew /Her smile shined as bright in the sunlight as soft morning dew /Nobody in the place she spent her days had any clue /About how she used to be a whore (Plateau Flower, Sung)