Lumaca del Fuoco
Smooth swirls of fingers,
Tongues lingering upon your aureola corona,
Dance and flicker a light to a reel,
Raise our fire to kiss and not steal.
As furnaces are stoked with coke and lumber,
Eventually we shall lay as to a cinder and fall into the other a slumber.
La Nostra piu grande passione siamo Noi
I Tego Arcana Dei