The poisonous engulfed ladies long for voluptuous delights that hands indolently dispense, that hands indolently dispense. Veiled skylights, violated flesh, chilling undergrounds, there, everything slides and creeps. [I lost you, in this life, your soul is still wandering, from stone to stone. Sleeplessly, I survive, between bark and moss. I pursue the shades.] My hand is straying under the veil that my claws are tearing. Would it be the Devil who opens me ? Would it be the Devil who guides you ? [I lost you, in this life, your soul is still wandering... I scratch some mirrors and search for you, under the green mud , without seeing you, in despair, in despair.] My soul is still wandering, I wish I had lost the memory of your skin ! I sank without seeing you, I drowned myself without finding you. Bitten by witches I suckle the beasts which get drunk with my nectars.