Summoning rituals and a ghastly face
With a glare as tempting as the whispering of a thousand serpents
Your will, one that hides the most forbidden of pleasures
Unchain the mysteries of your hidden temple
Forests of olives perfume her steps
The rock from her tomb vibrates in a tongue of perpetual silence
A mirror of leaves reflects those eyes
Ah! Just for me
Fallen
Come back to me
Fallen
Reincarnate, my Witch
Embrace my hate