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... "