It seems those years

I've been lying on a spell-bound bed

Haunted, disapointed, down

Like a daemon obsessed

Waiting for dawn

I've been writhing, feeling her scent

It seems the night has brought her unrest

She was kissed, caressed, loved

Sweat screaming in mourning

I've been writhing, feeling her scent

She was a swear

She was my girl

And i was that saint lucifer

Beautiful and wilful

She was the one who burned me at the stake

Lacked by vision

Kneeling on her bed

Dark cloudy eyes

Forseeing obsession