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~Orphelin de Père~
Come gently into that dark night,
Sweet surrender,
Shun the light.
Return to me, mon enfant.
Embraced by yielding arms.
Christened by the crimson fount,
baptized in the flood.
Gift of the gods, I grant,
Ten thousand lifetimes -- more.
Turn from the light.
Soul relinquished,
Born-again unto me.
Sweetest, is the tender flesh you bare in supplication.
Accept my gift,
Pledged to thee...
Master, counselor, teacher.
Coup de foudre.
I am enslaved,
As you shall be to me.
Mortal shackles, ground to dust,
Lay waste beneath my feet,
Taste the fruit, forbidden --
Embrace my ecstasy.
Orphelin de père, no more.
Bound, in truth, to me.
Blood of my blood -- soul of my soul...
Child of destiny.
Shun the light.
Embrace the night.
I am the way, the truth,
...the light.
Golden child, angelic fair --
Ambrosia, so sublime.
Youthful taste of innocence,
Laced upon my lips.
Brave knight, lay bare the battles wrought,
that furrow too young a brow,
Partake of this -- Sweet sacrament.
(vin éternel)