• Praise to the Dark

    A mild frost, that digs in, deeply.
    A soft dark light that blinds.
    Oh craved embrace, oh longed grasp,
    cold enough to burn.

    A strong wind of storm, of tempest,
    that leaves no way out, damned,
    overwhelms my soul, with violence,
    but it is such a sweet destruction.

    Oh my Lady, bright gloom,
    harmonious and booming silence,
    gorgeous rose of darkness!

    Take me with You, take my soul away,
    give me Your cold lips, Your impalpable body
    and drag me in your eternal darkness!