Once again The Dark Goddes
blakens the firmament,
with Her I awake
liberating from my funeral sleep
so, I wait the clear stars
fall from sky
'til its place be taken
by a pale Moon.

(Between the fog I walk,
seeking a soul to take...)

...And I find her there
in that cold and misterious wood
that dresses of dead trees.
The Vast Night watches
how the blood splashes.
I take a bath in red sap,
showing from a cruel death
the stormy-haggard face
and the eyes of a dead whore
see my enigmatic and raking.

But not fear and no blame I feel,
because she's lost in the Eternal Labyrinth,
and the night has seen all
and Nocturnal Lust has satisfied.