Address the devil with grace
If not
it is you he will replace
Many bouts with satan
he has left his trace
But he cannot subdue me either
So he attacks my maiden
Crimson stained lace
When the sun sleeps I lift my veil of bliss
My reflection sheathed in horridness
I adorn myself in the things I cannot resist
And the madam,
that is where she places her ****** lips