Raised from the tomb of the sun

Where the pure is primitive

As primitive as Saturnus and Cronos

She is the stars' veil



Created in the Horus-Aeon

Inside the rain of opium

And distilled from the celestial nectar

She's young and woman



In your forms

The nymph's seduction

Death and life,

I want you,

Babylon's whore



Princess of ecstasy

Child of vulgarity

Goddess of innocence

Daughter of desire

Mother of illusion



She lives in an incestuous romance

Beautiful symphony of the cursed

Your sanctuary are the woods

Flying in the universe of delirium



Muse of profane poets

Your dogma and law are the sin

In your lips: the black magiks

In your spirit: the spell of Caim



Eyes of tantric nature

As inspiring as the hills of Kanchenjunga,

Explicit female desire

Dawn of the unmistakable blood