Immure, enchain and distress her For she summoneth a harmful silence I leave to the superior to judge if I am good, And I would break myself before my tormentor would. Avoid her touch, truncate her hair For she might conceal intimate charms My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear. Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine! Bring forth thunder and hailstorm! Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I'll mislead thee. Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear.