Mossy velvet of the marble grave is my delight I dont believe that she is dead shes 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 snowwhite hands Her naked bodys robed in ice web, Spangled with blood, Blessed by The Necronomicon She sold her scarlet heart Frostwork, it slowly writes her name Shes 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 forests heart, Away from the succubs feast Dew on this gossamer is only dew
gossamer, dew, yield, frostwork, perfido