Under the wild Moon that cools the dark passion over by the streams of the freezing light.
Something fiendish covers with silence the realm of evil and lust.

The reign of exalting swirling marches and of the sexual feast from the anthrax of flesh.
The patches of the feeble sun are dying in the endless corridors of dungeons.
The last dusk before the coming of eternal night. The deep dimension with no boundaries and time.
The shores baptized by the virginal blood like a female flesh dripping under the lance of life.
The Moon witch does arose the dead is calling to the multitude bestial love.
The love of the devilish Queen...
The mesmerizing female womb three my unpure essence transcend into the shape of the unhomed
Devil with hungry vagina which swallows human bodies.

Under the wild Moon that cools the dark passion over by the streams of the freezing light.
Something fiendish covers with silence the realm of evil and lust.

The Moon witch does arose the dead is calling to the multitude bestial love.
The love of the devilish Queen...