Watch the rose wither in the crystal vase,
Squeeze her bud in your fist and turn it into dust.

Roar my devoted dog, drip foam from the stinking mouth on the floor,
Please me with your attention, tear me apart, enjoy me, don't eat my flesh so fast.

Lick my blood with your rough and slippery tongue,
Bury the giblets in fresh black earth and mark them as best you can.

I will become food for new flowers that will delight the eyes of young maidens,
But this will only happen when I insert a vase for the pleasure of man.