Sol is flaring from her tongue,
With hair the color of the sun.
Falling from the cliffs, hung high with snow,
Into the waters deep and far below.
The Venus risen up radiates in the east.
And how they delight to make the beast.
Intertwined yet sewn, Solace melds in the skin
Oh how Satan loves his sin.
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