In the fathomless pit of madness
Roses embrace, kissing their leaves
She likes to pull about ghosts
In the underground city of the kingdom of the Moon
The possession of beast tearing flesh
When angels die again and again
The erotic dance of dead eyes
Makes lamia in ecstasy cry
With oblivion of delight
Shone her smooth skin
Its aroma made her drunk
By the taste of blood on lips
Charmed whisper was quiet and hot
Trying to get inside with the craving
The beauty of bud like in a fog
Was satisfied with the breath of passion
Pulsating blood gushed out of the wound
Letting the life flow away to the sun
The night is short. The moon is cool.
Taking skin and cold meat
Off numb bones, she feels pain
Sufferings like awful nightmares
Will bring her to the land of the dead
Through walls and dreams like a winter storm
She’ll be picked to the darkness by the moon’s ray.
Frozen shades to life return
When their feet are touched by the slaves
She’d better die and bite her veins
Then be caught into love lace
Her passion is strong to run to the sky
She’s the howl, the scream of a fool at night
She’s persecuted by the damnation
Like the widow of the dead beast
«I’d like to drain the cup of wisdom,
To cognize the caress of the demon of gulf,
To get into the arms of darkness’s lover
Not waiting when he will again rise,
To cover with kisses his cold body.
I’m surely ready for such a love. »
You’ll see passion in the faces of the dead
Fury will fill your soul
You’ll kill, you’ll ruin yourself
Giving your heart to night owls
We’ll enjoy your sadness and pain
We’ll make the odd feelings be destroyed
To see your soul’s torment.
