| Sinuous bodies move in the shadows of the crypt | |
| Where she captured her prey with her powerful claws | |
| The whip cracks at every falling tear | |
| Her hands and the cold stone floor are flooded with blood! | |
| Wicked Nature, divine law of pleasure | |
| It lights up her eyes with the whore flame | |
| White skins which rushed to the chasm together | |
| Now embrace the ground of the sepulchral garden.. | |
| Cruel her will, merciless her glance | |
| Crucified her virtue, tied to the deathbed! | |
| She corrupts her mind with the taste of the most voluptuous vice | |
| Sell the bitter perversion in the same black acrid chalice! | |
| The fool's body, covered with sores, falls, when her executioner smiles, depraved reaper proud among the sheets! | |
| Night of transgression which calls beautiful creatures, | |
| It observes the luxurious pomp, the lustful Bacchanals of evil gods! | |
| Her devouring fire is proud and atrocious | |
| It offers the innocence on the debauched lover's altar | |
| The wicked soul of the confessor tortures the younger fleshes | |
| The wailing of filthy lust shocks her dark mind | |
| Castrated the smarter prey, burnt into Gheenna's land | |
| Corrupted ardours and bitter poisons between the legs of the Ancestral Hate | |
| She hears her victims imploring, while she looks for their blood with her tongue | |
| The fluids enter her body, reaper tiger of the righteous man! | |
| By the trembling light of her most precious candelabra | |
| She kisses the virgin's breast, trapped in her nuptial bed! |