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.
