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 lust 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 lust 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 lust which hungers, penetrated in a thirst for sin.

To be one with Darkness, I transcend.