The way leading to him isunknown and steep
And the bodies rests of thosewho didn't deserve him make it slippery
But it is at the borders of mysoul, so 
I know the secrets towalk along it staying unhurt
The threshold of his abode isbarred by a tangle of infected thorns
But my soul keeps its key
His throne is shielded by 12 servants' stare
But he has called me, 
I felt him calling me
And he has given me the power to bewitch them
His rooms are icy
But he warms my naked body withhis breath
The throb and the blood flow suspend
In the presence of him
His eyes, diabolical larvas his pupils, scan me
His glance captures me and penetrates my breast
Goblet of delicious vermilion wine
I give myself up to his grim embrace
Throb of death
He is the storm
He is the breeze
He is the aurora
He is the twilight
He is the everlasting mind inthe timeless abyss
He injures and sates my lips
He lessens my hunger
He appeases my thirst
He is fire burning my flesh
He is icy snow settling in my womb
Rod of viscid serpents
Death and blood excite him
And my blood is the balm for hisecstasy and his voracious delight
Putrid carrion with burnt seales
Obscure seducer with smoothscented skin of infant
Now I know you
But he has always known me