Beauty to dine for... (Mon morelle, Belle La Dîner) Part 1

Child of the gods whispers to me.
By her gasping moans...
I feel the Devil take me by the heart.
To awaken in me a lust so deplorable.



A heart that carries a legacy.
Of stories filled by sorrow.
As'if I, a titan devoured more darkness than Hades.
To lay upon my heart, her... My Persephone.

And as the tales of snow melt…
I arrive at the crevices of her desires.
A primal beast, here to kiss her…
In her darkest slumber.

And with the heat of my own soul...
Shall I awaken hers.