The frozen surface is standing down   Under clouds of wishes and    Bleeding desires   Uncertain fingers touch on the bud   Disclosed, it re-echoes the spiritless    Object delights      That time couldn't touch   Her divine grace   Oh, himmel balsam, caress my lips      A miraculous balsam condenses at the foot   Of her alcove from her to his mouth   Then he drink that nectar of gods   And he breath the smell of...      „I'm not a nightmare   I bring the dark pleasures   And sins, the stillness of    Shape that serves your lust“      A miraculous balsam condenses at the foot   Of her alcove from her to his mouth   Then he drink that nectar of gods   And he breath the smell of love...