The Ruins of Beverast
ordeal
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Immure, enchain and distress her
For she summoneth a harmful silence
âI leave to the superior to judge if I am good,
And I would break myself before my tormentor would.â
Avoid her touch, truncate her hair
For she might conceal intimate charms
âMy silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear
Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear.â
Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine!
Bring forth thunder and hailstorm!
Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I'll mislead thee.
âInflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear.â