---

In the intoxicating glow of lunacy,

Of her eyes mounted as the moons,

And in the flames of candles,

Made of black wax,

Cold rays of shamelessness,

Have taken over us high,

Feelings long dormant,

With enchanting reason,

And the trembling of the woods,

Piercing the pale woman's flesh,

Ruffled her fiery hair,

And the violet labias,

Kissing the bloom of Hell,

From feet to sky,

We melt like a carrion,

Nowhere in eerie bliss,

Circling the peaks of mayhem,

Between the most sensitive places,

And the silence of drunk eyes,

And hot slime over her lips