Die Form - Itopsia Atropos lyrics

I was lying in a closed chamber, quietly troubled by providence At nightfall, the Itopsia moth discovered my offered body... Hanged on a hook, hoping to be possessed By this strange ungracious thing Dear lover, accomplish your promise as an odd imposition act, dear lover, accomplish your promise as a doleful inhuman accident... Tuta Absoluta, Cydia Aurana, Noctua Interjecta, Orthosia Gothica