This moment is cruel and smells of blood from virgins.
She rips the blame and hits you and me again ...
Know, you are neither god nor I am a pagan priestess -
today I'm a jackhammer, not counting for the victim in me.
I will defend my honor, as my mother is protecting the children -
it's no accident to keep her in the dark so long.
I will bite my heart, then blood on my mouth
I will send my cry to you through all the universes.
Keep the first line for the theater they're in
my heavy stink of fiery tongues.
In all the sacred I swear I will never blink
until your flesh tears the invisible birds.
This moment is cruel, I already taste the blood under my tongue -
one hundred daggers fly between our sweaty bodies ...
But in which life is love a rude tale?
That moment flew away ...
Approach, leaning on my head! ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...