O' Divina,
if you'd see me now, to your blackened heart
a faint twinkle of God would shine into your damned soul.
if three times 7 in line would make you mine again...
if three times 7 in line would make you mine again...
O' Divina, my vampyre love.
I shall free your soul. if love can but make me pine
for what shall be lost again,
then three times 7 in line will make you mine again,
then three times 7 in line will make you mine again,
then three times 7 in line will make you mine again,
then three times 7 in line will make you mine, again.