Deep was sin in unconsiousnessBetrothed with passion and loveShall I
Take me into your bosomAnd swallow me in a mouth
Blood, pleasures of fleshShe dressed herself in blackA hatred in
In a garden of the casketsAmong the mournersIn ravens' nestsWith
See a body and the dream of the dead daysFollowing
Where the moonlight disturbsI could see in duskMy footsteps marked
Flickering of black candlesOn our mourning pathDark caresses on your
Romance deep withinWhispering sweet miseriesThe blood and sweat on the
The seducement:Thought I was so near that beautyThat I sensed
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