The Withering Rose of Purity

Into the Moonless night I spit forth the venom of thy spell
A curse unto thy Adversary whose essence, shall wither away
… And so shall the Rose of Purity, wither
I am the freezing touch that takes life away
I am the one whose soul is unclean
A master of dreams, awakened to the night
I haunt the Astral and reap the mortal life
Through the moonlight’s mist
I come to your soul
And beseech you with the kiss
Of bitterness and woe
Below the depths I dwell
In lust for the crimson sin
As the rose purity turns to ash
I remember the taste of blood in my mouth
Veiled by the Night
I enter your soul
Which withers from purity I defile
I am the dreams of lust and desire
A demon of sins of the flesh
Cold as the Winter’s breath, Internal as the forbidden wine
The virgin flesh of a maiden, like the flowering white rose
Defiled by the lust which hungers, penetrated in a thirst for sin
To be one with Darkness, I transcend