Thy mighty Words, Vampyric Mater
Queen of the Undead, still evoke my Mind
"Soon my Enchantress shall be Seraphim
To my Throne
Built of Immortality"
As Spy in Darkness I see the weak Creature
Break the Shadows falling on Her Grave
My Bloodthirst is of the Wolves
Who gather - what Pride - to an impressive Parade
The Purity of the Wintermoon
Strengthens me whilst Vengeance is mine
My hunting Fangs - his Mirror of mortal Decay
His Blood drips down like the Grains in Reaper's Sandgla**...
The once naked Flowers dress!
Ecstatic Love or bitter Tragedy?
Out of a whirling Storm my Bride ascends
"Thou were mine, Thou art mine
And Thou shall be mine throughout all Eternities! "
Now I touch Thy marble Breasts, shall enchant Thy secret Garden
And drown in the Lakes of Thy Beauty
"So reunite with me and feel the Pa**ion
Thou get crowned with through my Vampyre Kiss... "