So peerless was the man

At licking the Priest's opus

That Kitra foraged accross the unholy ground

In a flurry of lust to pleasure and possess him

The insipid ´Cain, the Moon's slave

For Awan was too involved in the cult of the Sun

Pierced in bloody forests as he reaped for his Goddess

And ran with the brute creation Kira had offered him

Gulping for life

Cain, roaming, gave in to Kitra's Sin

But not without her spreading her smirk around his pulsing neck

His undivine attention won

and fangs came to grips

But no seed ever passed from him

Rather than breaking away

Maintain something hateful

I no longer remember the excruciating pain

I just blew it

I guess I need a reminder of what it feels like to be abused

I must have looked for it

It could have been anyone else's words

Giving my tears to no one

When I loved, I got (ab)used

The thoughts flow through my mind

Your touch stays on my skin 

Your hateful words stay in my head

I feel it sinking in

Here come my insecurities

I almost expected you to leave.

Were you really loving me?

"(...)
My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,

And never closed when I kissed her.

Know and old perfume called Soleil Vert?

Are you from Paris, mister? (...)"