The Ruins of Beverast
Ordeal
Immure, enchain and distress her
For she summoneth a harmful silence
I leave to the superior to judge if I am good
And I would break myself before my tormentor would
Avoid her touch, truncate her hair
For she might conceal intimate charms
My silence is not fragile, I shall not shed a tear
Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear
Indoctrinate me, young gentle witch of mine!
Bring forth thunder and hailstorm!
Mislead me into sexual chaos, and I'll mislead thee
Inflamed by my Daemon, no ordeal shall I fear