Thy Beauty In Candlelight

Thy beauty in black candles' light
Is the dearest vision to my spirit

Thou art the shining diamond of my crown

Harvester i will be of the forbidden fruits,
Growing there so deliciously in the gardens of thy (my) breast
In my dark-desirous dreams i see us inautumn fields,
Feeling october's magic breath

Thou art the flower that never shall wither

The reflection of thy beauty in the dancing
Candleflames creates memories so sweet but cold
Dark as thy black hair, like the raven-face of night
Thy neck is like sculpture-made
Thy milky bosom the loveliest nature ever formed

Sanguis vita est! (et)
Tenebrae desponsam meam!

Enchant me eternally with thy voluptuous forms
As thy witching fire still burns in me