| Where the shadows carress the mind | |
| None is apt to revive the reason | |
| Stroking, manipulating, craving to find | |
| Attractive and irrestible is the temptation | |
| My pure soul she tasted | |
| And the savour inebriated her with desire | |
| The only one to soothe her ire | |
| This uncut jewel she could shapes without haste | |
| She charmed me with her voice, soft as the night | |
| A crystalline sound carried along by the wind by a man who starved | |
| Queen of beauty and sensual delight | |
| Nymph with an unnatural body, all of marble carved | |
| The paleness of her skin | |
| Blends oh so well with the clouds so white | |
| But her soul, filled with an infinity of sins | |
| Is like the darkest coal burried in the dephts of an abyssmal site | |
| We gave ourselves to the pleasures of the flesh | |
| In the ruins of an ancient cathedral | |
| Where in distant times, bounds and ruptures were derived | |
| Amidst shades of the pas and old memories of passion forgot | |
| Under a timeless veil... | |
| Where the shadows capture the minde | |
| None is apt to revive the reason | |
| Drinking, draining, yet loving in kind | |
| Attractive and mortal is the temptation |