The Bone Dance

In misty gloomy daydreams

Flickers among sighs

In the winding flesh undulation

In the gentle convulsion of a lecherous dance

A feminine spectrum actrum

Sinister synchronization

Viper movements

Twisting in desire spirals

Among black robes

A woman's silhouette

Reveals legs, arms and marble breasts

Lecherous hands that slips

Between the caresses and the sores

Feet that don't touch the floor

That walk in a semi-materialism

In the sphere of dreams

In the sphere of dreams..

In dreamlike places

Hung on profane minuetto

In the gloomy macabre

Between the teeth of pain

And the claws of pleasure

In the locks of night

And within madness

Dances magna lady

Dances the night nymph

Winding such as sulphuric

Smoke from corpses

Pale as an air demon

And treacherous as a ignis fatuus

A bone retine frames

Honouring the tortured dancer

That in front of my eyes

Takes off the shroud

I cover her

The coldness of her empty orbits

And her leprous flesh

In the bone dance

I find her arms

In ecstasy I lose myself in a kiss

Finding

The coldness from the lack of lips,

In the affections of a without flesh skull.