Centhron lamia

My gaze receives the sin
Which proudly adorns her being
That I explore with pleasure
Losts itself in the beast
She waits for the storm
That I ignite become
Princess without a tower
Killed on hot earth
Fly with me through eternal night
Insomnia
I killed them in their sleep
Like souls a world
That only gives birth to dirt
That tortures itself through corpses
Mown down to death by love