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