Were my feeling to You incendiary, the Flame would shimmer round
Your quisling, mealy mouth Entangles my death and life, In amber I freeze
My fangs drip, ready Saliva fills my mouth, moon Full, heavy, hungry
Annihilate my Ego, quench not my passion, My undying flame.
The deluded find Delight in devastation; The lucid bring light.
Sinister somber Inquisitor sang, withered Minister crumpled.