Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs
I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite!
