In the thicket of roses, I am paralyzed.
An apparition of decay in the form of carnal desire, you wait at the hexagonal mansion. You gaze at me, and my knees grow weak. The more you tear apart my body, the more I want to love you. You pierce me with your poisonous thorns. You wound me with your lips.
I'm like an insect caught in a spider's web. My senses have fled, it's as if time has died. Even with my wounds, I give you my neverending love. With you, my dying sensations don't matter. Your poisonous thorns stab me, driving me madly to insanity.
In the thicket of roses, I am paralyzed by your lips. The roses of heaven (you) destroy me to the very tips of my toes. You pierce me with your poisonous thorns. A temporary peace, perished in your arms.