The way leading to him isunknown and steep And the bodies rests of thosewho didn't deserve him make it slippery But it is at the borders of mysoul, so I know the secrets towalk along it staying unhurt The threshold of his abode isbarred by a tangle of infected thorns But my soul keeps its key His throne is shielded by 12 servants' stare But he has called me, I felt him calling me And he has given me the power to bewitch them His rooms are icy But he warms my naked body withhis breath The throb and the blood flow suspend In the presence of him His eyes, diabolical larvas his pupils, scan me His glance captures me and penetrates my breast Goblet of delicious vermilion wine I give myself up to his grim embrace Throb of death He is the storm He is the breeze He is the aurora He is the twilight He is the everlasting mind inthe timeless abyss He injures and sates my lips He lessens my hunger He appeases my thirst He is fire burning my flesh He is icy snow settling in my womb Rod of viscid serpents Death and blood excite him And my blood is the balm for hisecstasy and his voracious delight Putrid carrion with burnt seales Obscure seducer with smoothscented skin of infant Now I know you But he has always known me
The way leading to him isunknown and steep And the bodies rests of thosewho didn't deserve him make it slippery But it is at the borders of mysoul, so I know the secrets towalk along it staying unhurt The threshold of his abode isbarred by a tangle of infected thorns But my soul keeps its key His throne is shielded by 12 servants' stare But he has called me, I felt him calling me And he has given me the power to bewitch them His rooms are icy But he warms my naked body withhis breath The throb and the blood flow suspend In the presence of him His eyes, diabolical larvas his pupils, scan me His glance captures me and penetrates my breast Goblet of delicious vermilion wine I give myself up to his grim embrace Throb of death He is the storm He is the breeze He is the aurora He is the twilight He is the everlasting mind inthe timeless abyss He injures and sates my lips He lessens my hunger He appeases my thirst He is fire burning my flesh He is icy snow settling in my womb Rod of viscid serpents Death and blood excite him And my blood is the balm for hisecstasy and his voracious delight Putrid carrion with burnt seales Obscure seducer with smoothscented skin of infant Now I know you But he has always known me
