Oh moonchild,
I wish to enter thy darkest thoughts
For I am your most precious slave
For I am the darkest servant you have ever had…

This sweet canvas of flesh…
Fragrance of your body that rots…
This reek that summons me…
The scent of your womb…

I am germ en ventre sa mere
Dead and gone before the birth…
I wish to leave my mother’s womb
To rise above this loathsome mirth…

Oh moonchild,
I wish to enter thy darkest thoughts
To make myself forgotten
To leave my spirit be
To drown myself in most precious ecstasy

My last home, my final shelter…
You are the one to make my pleasures real
One single day that’s left for me -
Me, your child, the one you have to heal…

To be your slave, to be your vassal
To be your master, to be your king
To be your god, to be your shepherd
To suffer in carnality…

Injecting a cold-cold seed into the flame of yours
Dying to be reborn, to please you once again…

Oh moonchild,
I wish to enter your darkest thoughts
Humiliate me once again,
Whip me for one last time…

Oh moonchild,
Your face is that of antiquity…
Your eyes are that of newborn infant…
Your image is that of starlit oceans…

So gorgeous, so beautiful
Human tongue can not describe…
So dark, so grim
Human eyes can not perceive…

Wish I could be reborn among
The carnal waves of darkest, deepest human sea…
Wish I could be reborn in
A dance of death, a dance of flesh - just you and me…