Concubine, eroding my barrier, lust will surely be released by my decaying levies foolishly leaping towards the breast of obsidian night. With unease have I ensnared the breath of my love so dear. My love, the dead of night. How I wish to descend your peaks again. Serenade me with your hiss, like the serpent beguiled eve, i am yours. Let me not me see one more sun rise in this life. the moon inspiring my amorous departure, upon which the sun diminishes into black. Enthralled to the soil, to be one with the snake