The veils of Maya

The veils of Maya


in a veil of lust,
I found your taste,
bitterness of Relic,
primitive desire...
Dependent on your body,
embryo in pursuit of pleasure,
of Solitude will lust,
in your hatred to peace
peace tomb of the weak;
black lady, my prison.



west of lascivious
young,
thirsty and insane turns,
the suffering of the world sows,
cut these black robes,
packing the ego of the infamous;
Maya! Queen illusory!
twilight is your smile,
winding your way,
its deadly doctrine.


enveloped in Kaly yuga,
in the nectar of the nightmare,
thirsty for your lies,
Oh Lady divested,
dominated my mind,
Maya! Queen illusory!
its deadly doctrine.