He hath bound a myriad victims in his fetters, wounded a myriad wise men with his arrow. Know that every redness in the world is from his anger, and every paleness in men's cheeks is from his poison. Only briefly, Whispering soft, Comes the Visitation. Tickling limbs, Diverting thought, Most precious Delectation. Captured in the Afterglow, Burning from the Root.
Death is welcomed as a Friend for Life is merely Moot.
Wherefore must the veils of the satanic self be burned away at the fire of love, that the spirit may be purified and cleansed and thus may know the station of the Lord of the Worlds. Kindle the fire of love and burn away all things, Then set thy foot into the land of the lovers. Hot, molten Streams of Pain from Love beat down. The flame that's killing Me. But, Dying is the only Way to keep my Heart unbound.