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.