Dulcet Seduction - Ancient Ceremony

«Cold, sad and lonely is my endless seeming sleep

Down here in this Grave, where Love and Death must part

Only the Magic of these Flowers keeping my Soul alive»

The Queen of the Nightsky has risen to bewitch me

Like Bats on evil Wings I fly through Her Kingdom

So that the Shroud’s pure white may shine in Purple

(Yet) the Brightness of another dying Sun

Then Doomsday will be done

«Blood is Life!»

This Wine, as sweet as Thy starlike Beauty

My golden Fruit on the Tree of Passion and Delight