13 nights passed by,
13 times the moon shone bright
When suddenly...
I am dead yet I am not...
'Though I cut my feeble veins,
Painted then with blood-red stains
The dull walls of my castle.
But when I crept in death's embrace,
Screamed for mercy, screamed for grace,
Closed my eyes in silent pain,
Slowly weeping in red rain,
I heard flapping, tasted blood
Never been before in me,
Ay, it was a vital flood
And then I could her see:
She had opened my dark grave
And her dagger let it flow
Into my mouth, this tasty potion
Which I drank with great devotion.
O my mistress who art in darkness,
Hallowed be thy soul,
Thy kingdom come, thy witchcraft done
On earth and after death.
Give me this night thy bitter flesh!
Neglected love my heart doth slash...
Forgive me my trespasses for I've sinned once more
As I forgive thee thine, I love thee still, my fullmoon whore.
Lead me into temptation with thy sweet, black lips,
Fro' them seductively reddish nectar drips.
Deliver me from light, our dreadful foe,
The sun so high in sky: Awful, as you know.
Thine is darkness, blood and death,
Now and forever,
Never can I without thee live,
Never, nay, never.
