AVE

A VICE ENCHANT BY STRANGE ORDEAL
TO NEVER SHIRK THE LUST I FEEL
BY REASON OF ANY SANITY
I ASPIRE LIVING FREE

NE'ER SHALL 1 O'ERCOME
MY LUST OR LOVE
OR STRIKE ME DUMB
MY WORKS ARE WEAVED AND WILL BE DONE
ONCE MORE THE MOON NEATH RISING SUN