She said: My life is dreary,
Mine eyes for love have bled.
She said: My life is weary,
I would that I were dead!
In darkness was her soul relieved
Through an ancient binding spell
For on that night hath she received
The undying blood of Amel.
My love, smell the roses of death,
Make that scent fill the dew of your breath.
A fragrant drop in the ocean of time,
Duly inspiring my hand to this rhyme.
Luna awakened from the nightmare of day
By new nightly kisses from the moon's gentle ray,
In loving remembrance brought back from the grave,
Evermore freed from Death's darkened wave.
Eternal life, she had it all
But still her tears would not run dry
For now there stood a mortal wall
Between my love and I.
The night embraced my lustrous wife,
A child of the left-hand path.
She looked as fair and full of life
As Ophelia after her bath.
I looked at her, she looked at me,
My God, she would outblind them all!
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
A snowwhite gothic doll.
She was beauty, Heaven's rival,
None so radiant above,
Would give her life for the survival
Of our everlasting love.
Her life, though, was not hers to give,
Her blood was far more sweet.
In death she would no longer live
If there we could not meet.
My bride, my life and my darling,
Wash away thy tears of mourning,
For our souls will stir and rise,
Praying no longer to a god made of lies.
Canaan's wedding made water into Bacchic mud,
Mine and thine will turn it into sweet sweet blood.
In eternal darkness we will reign supreme,
Entranced by the viewless wings of a dream.
Embrace me, devil's concubine,
Thy wings of winter I adore.
The blood's still dripping from thy lips so fine,
Red roses for the devil's whore.
Take me down with thee, my pagan queen,
Into this black eternal sea.
Grant me thy embrace unseen
And fiercely suck the life from me.
Then came darkness, then came bliss,
In erotic sweet upheaval.
Resurrection through a fiery kiss,
Supreme vampyric evil.