Behrime

Behrime underneath sepulchred  souls, I want to shackle carnivore me;

Flick the words with the tip of my quill of twilight.

I excoriate decayed love with flaming ogle...

Grilling on lusty teeth your satin flesh is still exquisite and prohibited,

Mortify the thirst of a wicked minstrel with sweet nectar of your blood...

Now, graciously atone yourself for I sin with thy waxy bones!