This putrescence he has to leave This smirking consumptive fairies He couldn’t find amid the daisies Of the land of storms One just like his ideal Decomposed amours hold his bones An ancient greed lifting him up When this soft flesh his mouth devours Lazy rhythm of rise and fall To ravish the throbbing prey of his lust In the depths of this altar resides the greatest realm none ever met Ghost of my nights, naughty fantasm All minds obsessed by your magnificence She, Black Delight does appear praises thy funereal heart In a mist she twines their sighs to their graves {French part} Comme l’aurore elle inspire, bouleverse tel un ouragan (Like the dawn she inspires and she upsets like a hurricane} Ornement de mes nuits, sorcière aux yeux alléchants (Ornament of my nights, witch with tantalizing eyes) Cette chaleur trop exquise qui parcoure son corps (This exquisite heat that runs through her body) A l’artiste impuissant rendant ses derniers accords (To the powerless artist giving his last chords) In the depths of this altar resides the greatest realm you shall stand O Black Delight Through the valley of death I will ride Immune to pain to bring you back to Life In the dark vaults he feeds his dreadful appetite, standing in gloom his spectrum in the fog. He may hear them hurl their hellish cries Telle l’ivresse des êtres pour leur idole (Like the drunkenness of beings for their idol) Unless you ought to disappear out of my sight, out of my grip I’ll satisfy all of your wills, never let you go Fly to ascend thy throne for evermore
