to eve the art of witchcraft

crawl in awful stealth to me

forever a voyeur i've been

nocturnal goddess of the moon

so she comes

unseen

thus speak

the burning seed

is thrust in eve

and yearning keeps me

captive of desire

make me as a flower that grows

forever in your throne

that i might pollinate the world

with darkness as your own

embrace me in spellbinding eyes

the fire of life that never dies

tear deeper through my paper wounds

and never leave inside

love shall consume and bathe the lady

whom i worship and ride thereon

she will greet me as a serpent

in her dark

secret eden

and i will always want

for her witchcraft is

desire. my soul is poisoned from within. i crawl with languid guilt to thee

forever flushed in sin

lamia

latria i give

my soul is poisoned from within

wisdom breeds

fecundity

and her cunt she feeds

to fulfill her desire

to eve i cum. sevenfold my passion wrought

to ransack eden

and to taste the whore

i cling beyond her sabled court

she is a gateway

to that darkness lost

i am the gentle stream

that trickles through the summer glades

of ever green peace

therefore we will drink my sleep and dream

i am the bleeding sky

the snatching wind of war

blowing through the savage garden

my crown is fire

the erotic sinews of lust

like strings to be pulled

and cut

i will make my puppets dance

the men will bow down before me

to take my flesh as lucid thoughts

of dark

unbridled lust

i am all these things and more

thus i await you

nemesis of restraint

the code of life

and the bride of evil itself

oh

the fevered need for her

when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire

the all-consuming fire

reveal to me your mysteries

witch

the tree is plundered but i have the seed

to be sown in thee

mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui diovent