The blackness of the Night profound dyed with o colour of flower
The flowers of love, desire and fulfillment
Why do they call my felling a sin!
Why do they call my sin infernal love!
Love another empty word, the brat of human mind
Those cannot love whose bodies are torn by jealous looks of slaves
The streams of blasphemous blood head towards divine eternity;
Pitiful howl of wolves in the silent Night
This is a name of love
The blasphemous eternal beauty,
My lonesome song,
The essence of my life,
The passionate truth sprinkled with cursed blood, my blood
The blood of Fallen Angel