Betray me with your evil heart
I’m making foliant of my crippled parts
And you are playing

This absolute feeling of falling
I’m tasting something divine and unholy
And never save me

Put me in tomb
Love of my eyes
I’m your Lora P.
No more flatters

Put me in tomb
Love of my eyes
I’m your Lora P.
No more flatters

Fill me with your cold
Is my body beauteous to behold
My fate is ours
It’s a blasphemy in myrrh flowers

Fill me (with your)

Fill me up,
Thow me on fire
In heresy

Like an archer at dawn
I am looking for a star in the sky
I'll shoot up and make a wish
That she would appear to me