Desolate are the skies that wept in pain And laid its grandeur in perennial sorrow Overflowed are the shores of this devoided mind With the blood of its lingering d**h Unveil thine palest thoughts? Bedeck that sordid contempt to being as it wilts With wistful yearns and tempestous lechery Be the breeze to smite this feeble vision Let the enticiment grow strong While devouring this grieving profundity Whisper still, streak my flesh with your might Gleam and blind, set ablaze your caress Show me the lust of the fallen Condemn me to your garden of sin Desires burn fierce and I with them Kiss me deep cleance me with your poisoned tounge Indulge in my immolation Taste of the tepid carnal red Senses wane, yet relentless seem this will Your licentious vigour hang as vestment upon me Blessed by its pa**ionate thorns of mourning again bleed And in these dirges of vain Worlds of ember are drowning fast Se release me unto pestilential serenity Release me whilst lacrymose I falter Through your garden of sin! So be the quietus To scythe, the tendon of life Oh, how I long!