The Forest Was A Neverending Place

The Dark forest entices my soul toward the wildest crimes.
Under the worshiped archways of secret trees.
Feeling the blade of my sickly penetrate into a sleeping girl's body.

Making go out her skinking of innocence entrails.
And making them devoured by the black wolves of the night.
Which obey only me, master of darkness.

The forest is beautiful as the dark night.
It moves and screams and bites me with a frozen death rattle.
The forest is a poetical labyrinth inhabited by strange muses.

But the moss covers itself of my sucked victim.
At glimmers of dawn, I get back to the funeral room of my castle.
I leave you, forest of mystery!

But as soon as the night, I'll meet you, since I'm your promised master!