into the moonless night i spit forth the venom of thy spell.
a curse unto thy adversary whose essence, shall wither away.
…and so shall the rose of purity, wither.
i am the freezing touch that takes life away,
i am the one whose soul is unclean.
a master of dreams, awakened to the night
i haunt the astral and reap the mortal life
through the moonlight’s mist
i come to your soul
and beseech you with the kiss
of bitterness and woe.
below the depths i dwell,
in l*st for the crimson sin.
as the rose purity turns to ash,
i remember the taste of blood in my mouth.
veiled by the night
i enter your soul,
which withers from purity i defile
i am the dreams of l*st and desire,
a demon of sins of the flesh.
cold as the winter’s breath, internal as the forbidden wine.
the virgin flesh of a maiden, like the flowering white rose.
defiled by the l*st which hungers, penetrated in a thirst for sin.
to be one with darkness, i transcend.