Thy Mournful Lover (#6 in "Romantic Tragedy's Crescendo" - 1998)
Come to me, silent and dressed in black, in your eyes I can see all your obscure passion. Brush my skin with your pale hands and kiss my neck with your cold lips. You'll appear when the moon shines high in the sky and I'll see your cerulean face brightened up by the candles flame. You'll whisper to me mysterious dark love words and in this long night our souls will be joined forever. And like in a winter night, darkness will spread around us and will take us away. Let yourself be lulled by this cold wind of sorrow. I open my mouth to your divine scarlet nectar and my bloodied lips will look for yours in a morbid lust of ecstatic pleasure.