In the dark night,
Rose up the knight,
My soul rest not,
All my eyes could see,
In dark particles,
I needs must rise.
The night journey,
In the street I walked,
So cold and lonely,
Behold before me,
Two little souls,
In solace of lust.
Behold my eyes see,
The little boy speaks,
In the night I sleep not for thee,
To meet thee my only thought,
Thy eyes perverse me,
Thy lips I cannot resist,
For this night waited I,
Why play me not now,
My ambitions only lust,
My hands hold now,
Let us play all night.
My soul wept,
My hands could not help,
Caught in lust,
Speaketh thee in shame,
My little boy,
Why save thyself not?
Why hate thy soul?
Lust in extreme and expressed,
The agony of sin,
The words of sin,
All could reflect,
The vile affections,
The soul in bondage,
In bliss of lust.