Witchcraft

I know your origin Iron covered with seven colors Sharpened by lightning during seven Fridays Incensed with benzoin for seven nights Believe my bewitching words! All the meat you can swallow up, Chew it up! All the blood you want, Suck it! All the skin you covet, Tear it apart! All the bones you drink with your eyes, Break them! All the nerves you make run away, Cut them! At each angle a talisman At each bend a formula Such is the man of defilement Such is the husband who plays with promises Believe my bewitching words! This wild desire some days To mix blood and wounds To the contracted gestures of love And perceive under the bites Who perpetuate the taste of kissing The sobs of the mistress, and her groans Harsh desires not appeased Of my dark cannibal ancestors If you come here, transgress the forbidden Enter his belly And ravage the eyes, the liver, The heart, the virtue Ask him to bow down Believe my bewitching words! Come to me life force Torment spirit Original spirit I reach out to you Who gradually emerge From the darkness