I crave the flavor of your nights ,
breathing in the intimacy of your dreams
and the open ban of your abysses ...
So womanly when the dawn wets you,
awakening your wild sap ...
I imagine this fiery madness of pleasure
to whom I\'m not invited
when strangers come to bite
the fruits of your orchard ...
I don\'t sleep ,waiting for the day
to bring you back to me ,
chasing away those menacing shadows
that haunt my spirit ...
Obscene moons dance on your naked body
and mockingly calling to me ...
Black desire
red passion .
The darkness of the hours is both ours
like the light of the blue sky .
I want it because I am your god !
He who nurtures the secret fire of the brazier !
On your flesh of mystery
I walk my misery
and this sex of steel ...
No deal brother exorcist !
I feel their fear made of bad sweat
and they beg me !
I accede to this mortal liberation ..
Oration .
I will drink the venom of this lethal cup
and I\'ll go back to sleep for ever at peace...
Ghosts will no longer torment me .
Our love is an offering to the master of flies...