" Je suis la fille du dsespoir, la maladie mortelle,
Une messaline vtue de noir qui inlassablement t'appelle "
The horizon
starts to bleed, the sky closes its eyes
And cries tears of crystal and of ebony.
A new age of mourning and warm tragedy
Spread
like a mist of incandescent ashes in my soul. Once again...
A symphony of endurable pleasure ablazes my heart
When I hear these
whispers from the dark: her lamentations...
The call of the snake embraces me,
I feel infamous desires: flesh, fire, fever...Despair
of temptation..
A purple cyclone, deep in my eyes, becomes my only god,
Just because of her lamentations...
(Suddenly): the
celestial vault opens a new eye, white as ivory:
A pale queen dressed with black clouds, midnight! My time has come!
The wind sweeps
away my fear, the wind brings the sin,
The flower of all sweet diseases,
A mighty desire surrounds my weak mind, erases my
memory:
I'm no longer what I was. I become a new slave of the fleshy plague
When a wave of red darkness mermerizes my
consciousness.
Black star! Why did you turn your light on me?
Now what I want most is her lips
Lethal desire! Consume me with
ecstasy
Orpheus my love! Come and close your wings on me...
" Juste un instant charnel... "
The icons scream, the virgin
cries,
SSShe has lost one of her children just because of her lamentations
My existence melts in this night without end...
Eros,
sad spirit, dies in forgetting, forsaken by my heart, denied by my feelings.
Angels dies in my heaven, beheaded by my witch.
Morbid
visions assault me a wolf's rage invade me: I come!
Eternit charnelle...
Viens avec moi dans ce brouillard, possd par
l'anathme.
Laisse-toi mourir, il est trop tard. Je t'aime...
The osmose reaches its climax, we have come one:
Virtue and
vice...Vice as virtue...