...to the Devil!

So wounded was this soul,
even existence was being a pain.
But such was thy enchantment;
in your gentle care I was healed.

And you, O devil!
Made me your captive so wickedly;
now this soul serves doting you.
And you, O devil!
Gave me some fresh new blues.
I wonder when again thy mystical hand toucheth
this wrecked soul and makes it worthy
of thy service once more.

You come, O devil! In your own sweet time,
in accord of thy own pleasure;
but mercy my master, have mercy on me!
Cometh next – to never leave again and
wear me as a garland of your first night
then take me to your bed.
Let my fragrance fill your memory
and then if you decide to discard me,
let your sweet venomous breath
poison this poor soul till death.

Heaven is pure and peace, heavenly;
but it’s not for me.
Cuz’ if you, my love, belong to rule the hell
then I’ll be the queen of sinners
and walk with you hand in hand.