Besedila: Lux Occulta. Chalice Of Lunar Blood.

Come! Come closer...
You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight
and the snakeheads of ivy leaves
entwin e your white neck...
Come! Come here...

spit on me, spit on me
for I am the dust under your feet
unexpected and unwanted, I am your portrait,
water and salt, air to breathe

Come closer...
let's climb to the sky
to heights of ecstasy
to hell and back

and then
I put on your tongue
one little drop of my sperm

it's bitter
tastes like old bread
tastes like stone
tastes like pain

blinded by the red suns of yur nipples
gropingly looking for a source of light
I find the spring of sacred wine
pour me some

crown my pillar with your living flesh
and I will bless you with my semen
be my wueen of enraptured love
priestess of the black summer night

jewels of my sperm illuminate your misty crown