| Her black shadow at the foot of your bed
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| Her pure white dress you can feel her on your breast
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| You can’t stop her in the coils of her sweet spell
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| You can feel her she’s so close to your heart
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| Every night after tolling of last bell
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| Silent coming languid, graceful into a trance
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| You can’t stop her, no, you can’t talk, can’t escape
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| No more whispers. |
| no more sorrow no more pain
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| Carmilla, comes to me
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| Mircalla, I want you
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| Carmilla, she comes to you
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| Mircalla, I want your screams
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| Now I see you at the foot of my bed
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| Your pure white dress is a one great scarlet stain
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| I can’t stop you in the coils of your sweet spell
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| I can feel you, you’re so close to my heart
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| She comes to bring the sorrow
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| She is like a cold embrace
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| She murmurs words of madness
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| She comes to bring the death
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| «You are mine, you shall be mine «She says…"love will have its sacrifices.»
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| «there's a coldness beyond her years
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| In her smiling endless melancholy
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| The refusal to afford you the least ray of light»
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| You see her under the moon shadow
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| Standing near the feet of your bed
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| In her lacy white dress
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| Bathed, from her chin to her feet
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| In one great scarlet stain
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| She says again…
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| «there's no sacrifice without blood» |