Pleasure of pain, the blackest lust
Thy cradle is full of wine and sexvice,
Scared nimbs falling down in dust,
Must be normal - forlorn paradise.
Thou fulfil men's wish after heartful call
But require serving to thy crown,
Thou give power of word, a love from all,
Seldom, pretty girl in wedding gown.
The hellking of beauty, the master of lie,
Creator of hobbies and various fashion,
Grey times, with Thy help, won't make us die,
With joy and fire, we'll bloom in passion.
Thy dragon skin is magic potent shield,
Thank you for the comfort that we feel,
Ave Ishtar and sacred seal...
Wishmaster Astaroth
© Copyright: Михаэль Минелли, 2026
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