Текст: Septic Flesh. Succubus Priestess.

She dances with the moonlight
In a ring with the silent forest
and the stars' jewels
embroidered in her ethereal garment
From silver lips chameleon thoughts
transmitted to the deepest cave
the sanctuary of the sleeping dragon
Slowly recovering its wounded mind
from the false reflections
of a broken mirror
I will cross the moat
that keeps our worlds apart
May your nebulus hands be my shroud
Succubus Priestess

In me you taste your past
In you I experience my future
Her touch is the cold breeze
that numbs my carnal disguise
and makes the glow inside
to blaze up and spread
Torches blend with misty blue
to celebrate the birth
our bond is sealed in red
our kiss is the everlasting moments