journey to the domican gem (aftermath)

Emerge am i from battle
from darkness i bow and adore thee
the love that a sacred could deliver
my leathery-pinions in cavity healed by you
to bestow the word that a devil would wanted

I wail the night being the dark maker
my sword will rust by giving

by there, mine tears turned gems
and discover, that a devil may cry

Halt the oath of paper
as mine conscience sayeth
to give way of my lust to dominican queen

The four queens of the century beset only by her
leading them with her element
every strike will single out way to death
that i nail my knees... behind the lovely face

i, eyeofv sayeth "you have a classic face made for beauty not as warrior
and a smile that poison the unwilling"