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 ("my") Beauty "So reunite with me and feel the Pa**ion Thou get crowned with through my Vampyre Kiss..."