Witch's Babble

Poet's Rant

Les dazex, le momentum.

Enolish mae no tazea.

Rirridge, le conexca me tadas,

De mekazna en deriddigen.

Nalas que dayas, no kea.

Freashuna cas dové vu no davísdad.

Votégethia no me draveda kú nos deriddigen.

Davs dú dovéme cuvonodú suthia,

Daké no kú navadetieta.

Nas le fusón dak naí,

Suko no dedés me alto.

The dazzling, the moment.

Knowledge brings no barrier.

Romance, the connection I sing,

Of mystery in death.

Nothing that behaves, no justice.

Purified gothic soul views no damnation.

Us entwined drives me not to quicken our death.

Strikes down my soul its soothéd coven,

Invokes not its quickening soldier.

The dark fuses unprofitable invocation

Sing not my high dedications.