Silent tentacles are your arms when you hold me
Your fiendish care is made of silk anger.
Sweet is that fall into your flesh.
Be that Muse of Mine before you put me down,
Isis, la Ounen-Néfer de la Tierra possesses you
Cuando mi unica fuerza es mangoneada por tus manos tremendas.
Mythical curves, sadistic sight and devotion to your magic.
My death is resurrected by your will when the exquisite nightmare ends,
Quiero detener el tiempo y desentrañar con este demonio sagrado para siempre, sin mover… hasta el ultimo rincón del mundo
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