It seems those years I've been lying on a spell-bound bed Haunted, disapointed, down Like a daemon obsessed Waiting for dawn I've been writhing, feeling her scent It seems the night has brought her unrest She was kissed, caressed, loved Sweat screaming in mourning I've been writhing, feeling her scent She was a swear She was my girl And i was that saint lucifer Beautiful and wilful She was the one who burned me at the stake Lacked by vision Kneeling on her bed Dark cloudy eyes Forseeing obsession