Torrid amidst the stars now bares Her eyes hold twilight she ensnares Spasms of lust, radiate her chalice Rousing charms, correct this carcass A prison reserved, for the swine Come, triumph over their divine Of one blood, vessel overpours As Nuit she arches cosmic whores Countless taunt behind gossamer veils Succubus, banshee and siren hails Not but night Between flesh and Moon Frenzied dance Enticing those who hewn Of one blood, vessel overpours As Nuit she arches Desire to cast down Old gods for a new Aroused impurity The orgy shall ensue