Sweet kiss of fairy tale
My love is often brings to me
Her tears are running down like hail
In order melted me for thee

She's godlike, sweetheart, pure gold
But there's no jeweller to do,
To make a portret of her heart
To show her deeply brutal true

Desired sin, a devil's touch
Her breasts awaiting in the dark
To knock me down on my knees
To snap me, rape me and to spark

Now, sparked one for the jealousy,
The murders call for me,
To violate an angel's privacy
And to be burned as tree.

But finally I need to say
That only daemon is in me
And hollows are my charges
And never be my love too free

(c) Serg Kodeir da'Nar-Ayan, 2006