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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…

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...

To the forest heart,

To the altar of last wish

That whitest trampled lily

Is buried beyond you

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?

From desires to freedom

Come to me my worthless slave,

Not to be my cross,

But to feed my erotic

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