In the nick of time,
Opportune to behold,
Things my eyes see,
In the darkest hours,
The solace of the night.
The bliss of the night,
When thy soul cling to lust,
Times your desire is fulfilled,
Your craving is satisfied,
The fall of temptation.
In her traps you lay,
The kiss of the viper,
When you soar,
Beyond the blood line,
Plunged thy soul in hell,
All for lust.
A bliss sought and found,
Like a flash,
Gone too soon,
A temptation so great,
A lust well fulfilled,
A joy too short,
The end of agony.
The end of lust,
Like gall so bitter,
Past lust hated,
Wishing to compensate,
Yet thou art trapped,
In bondage of lust.
My soul weeps,
The cry of my heart,
Wishing I could save,
When thy soul falls,
In bliss of lust.