Succubus emergeFrom the well of my desireClaim me, enslave meDraw
I want to fuck youTo insensibilitySo we free ourselvesFrom where
In your autumn fieldsWe lay with abandonCareless of the leavesYou
Own me, hold me, grasp me, claim meMake me yours and you’ll
svastika
Die now in my armsI too shall die in yoursDie this petit mortI