I'm not gonna temper
I'm not to control
This flourishing Nemesis
that wants to burn whole
I let her see, nor not in a dream
the faces of all my daemns
Leviathan first - or could it be Mammon
that thrives my own thirst
I sold my soul for the first passing mirror
for truely I shine next to Belfagor's roar
Our paragon would be unmending
and Gula awakening for evermore more'n more
For nothing is endless
except endless itself
and none stay more helpless
-I do laugh at-
Fides and Spess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem