Black Musk Illuminum

and stir up the dusty earth...
Then it's just before midnight.
Murky cold rushes into our lungs, freezing our breath.

When demons toast with wine,
the intoxication is not far behind.
Everything turns red before the eyes.
Everything is distorted and repulsive.

The skin enveloped, by a foreign skin.
Sweat beads that quickly expand.
Coolness. Dampness. Whirling spices.
Then again a blow from the darkness.
A voice of darkness raises its sound.
Anger and destruction penetrate the mind.

Wearing Black Musk,
is like when demons dance in a row.
Holding their grimaces right in front of an innocent face.
Imposing their sweat over everything and everyone.
Distributing animalistic blows until one bleeds.
Bloodsucker. Brain-eater. Nose-cell killer.
Musk. Impure. By no means gentle. Somehow dirty.

This is Black Musk.
A crazy scent that becomes thickly animalistic, then somewhat tapers off. Always associated with a strange note of sweat. Then there are those spices that swirl on rough animal skin. Coolness and dampness give the scent a moldy note that burrows deep into memory, only to be swallowed by shallow intoxication. Musk crowns it all.

As repulsive as it may seem, it also has something attractive about it.
It screams, howls.
Pulls its grimace when it spreads out.
Lets evil swing. Makes owls wake up harshly during the day.

The longevity is enormous, the sillage overwhelming.
When you come close to the chest, you get swallowed.