Ordeal - The Ruins Of Beverast

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.»