| 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… |
| To the forest heart, |
| To the altar of last wish |
| That whitest trampled lily |
| Is buried beyond you |
| 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… |
| From desires to freedom |
| Come to me my worthless slave, |
| Not to be my cross, |
| But to feed my erotic |
| 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? |
| 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 |