Thy mighty Words, Vampyric Mater Queen of the Undead, still evoke my Mind Soon my Enchantress shall be Seraphim To my Throne Built of Immortality As Spy in Darkness I see the weak Creature Break the Shadows falling on Her Grave My Bloodthirst is of the Wolves Who gather what Pride to an impressive Parade The Purity of the Wintermoon Strengthens me whilst Vengeance is mine My hunting Fangs his Mirror of mortal Decay His Blood drips down like the Grains in Reapers Sandglass... The once naked Flowers dress! Ecstatic Love or bitter Tragedy? Out of a whirling Storm my Bride ascends Thou were mine, Thou art mine And Thou shall be mine throughout all Eternities! Now I touch Thy marble Breasts, shall enchant Thy secret Garden And drown in the Lakes of Thy Beauty So reunite with me and feel the Passion Thou get crowned with through my Vampyre Kiss...
thou, thy, mine, shall, vampyric