She waits there... Pale and still... She is pale untill her prey passes by... Beautiful and seductive, Baobhan sith, lurking In the cemetary... Seeking her cold kiss of death... Dearg-due, she Bites deep with her Kiss... Slowly the life is drained... She is strong... From the moutain wilds, her world opens to ours... To drink the ecstasyes of death... Immortal... Shadow upon black wings, the world become gray between the living and the death... Drink the deep with Phantom grasps to old untill carries off... Behold, Dearg-due, who loves darkness and warm streams of crimson life...
