| The poisonous engulfed ladies long for voluptuous delights | |
| That hands indolently dispense, that hands indolently dispense. | |
| Veiled skylights, violated flesh, chilling undergrounds, there, | |
| Everything slides and creeps. | |
| (I lost you, in this life, | |
| Your soul is still wandering, from stone to stone. | |
| Sleeplessly, I survive, between bark and moss. | |
| I pursue the shades.) | |
| My hand is straying under the veil that my claws are tearing. | |
| Would it be the Devil who opens me ? | |
| Would it be the Devil who guides you ? | |
| (I lost you, in this life, | |
| Your soul is still wandering... | |
| I scratch some mirrors and search for you, under the green mud , | |
| Without seeing you, in despair, in despair.) | |
| My soul is still wandering, I wish I had lost the memory of your skin ! | |
| I sank without seeing you, I drowned myself without finding you. | |
| Bitten by witches I suckle the beasts which get drunk with my nectars. |