Mossy velvet of the marble grave is my delight I don't believe that she is dead (she’s waiting for the night) I know she returned to the woods To join her wolfish friends In the ivy grove I see her face, Those snow-white hands… Her naked body's robed in ice web, Spangled with blood, Blessed by The Necronomicon She sold her scarlet heart Frostwork, it slowly writes her name She's an infinite nightmare The midnight romance of witches Is seen through gossamer…
At the crossroads of twilight, the love is coffined, truth is striding upon fields of endless blight These arrows have sunk deep inside Reminding the way he used to lay with me, His bride...
To the forest heart, To the altar of last wish That whitest trampled lily Is buried beyond you
Where were you when it took my hand, when he ordered me to stand, stuffed me with sand?! And now, when all the angels die Do you have something to remember me by?
From desires to freedom Come to me my worthless slave, Not to be my cross, But to feed my erotic
Aditum nocendi perfido praestat fides
Yield to temptation, Yield to your weird dreams You know we can Fall aye
The kiss hides a bite, Caress covers embrace of death Within your feelings You doomed yourself
From the forest's heart, Away from the succub's feast …Dew on this gossamer is only dew