Lyrics: Guilthee. Homunculus Paradoxon. Succubi.

[ACT I]
[SCENE I]
[A young man?s room.]

[RED-HAND-SUCCUBUS]
It is almost down, let us begin the harvest,
My dear sister!
Spread your legs, and seduce him with your sweet kiss!
Do make certain, darling, to gather every drop of his exquisite body fluid!