You, who are sick, howl with love
But earthly joys are not enough for you
A cup full of blood, a cup of bones
Make a toast, queen of vileness father
Like an animal in a frenzy, you tear your clothes
Your soul and heart love me
Free, come to my chambers
Where babies' skin carpets are woven
Is it the palace or the casemates
Respect my rights in this indignity
The fruits of my garden are worth tasting
I will carry you there in black carriages
Fruits as tart as sin
But I will turn the torment into laughter
The devil's venom flows down the throat
A look that is ungodly hard
The sacrifice of the soul and the naked body
Honor me, life is for little
The mandrakes give the call
Anointed one, curse proudly
And the fools of the lakes are the ones
I am not God's prideful wrath
I have been igniting the spell of rebellion for centuries
My warm call to my lustful daughters
I steal jewels from the kingdom of mares
Aconsit and black henbane in the cup
Smoke covers the sacrificial altar
Suck the decoction that serves the lust
Dark as the night, Haunted will not be
As the cursed books taught
And your mother and sisters worshiped
The laws of nature, stolen from Eden
After the fifth you will get to know them, in my words inspired

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