I've crossed the line
And now I'm dead;
And nothing troubles me, my soul is free.

You drink sweet wine
From my dead head.
But I feel nothing, I rest in peace.

You've drunk my blood,
Swallowed my eyes,
And cut my dick to make new beads.

I rot in mud
And need a guide
To see me off to heaven fields.

I thought you were
Good-looking girl,
But now I see that you're old witch.

You've charmed me
And now I see
That all you want is to be rich.

{I've been charmed by your smile;
 It made me die
 And now I fly
 Away.
 You are witch and I am dead;
 You've masked my head
 And gone to bed
 To play
 With my bowel and my brain.
 You like pain,
 You're insane,
 My babe.}