Forlorn in shadows
I´m waiting.
Moon spilled mellow glare over dreams
Lovers happy in their embrace
Steps are drowning in silent streams
How old is our grace

Sit down in the dust of a lunar night
With breath dewing checks of burned roses
Her seductive beauty will glide
Like statues carved out of human laments
The path of night ´ll guide my might
They can not hide their primary fear
Secret murder without presence of light
Presence of evil like even striken spear

Her innocence excites my pain
Filthy nails will poison her artery
Hypnotic scenery controls her brain
Two leaflets decorate without the battery

O sweet night my heart is thine
O sweet hecate illuminate my crime
O beautiful moon let me see thy light

I hear thy voice so wide
From dead eyes of statues running blood
I´ll accept thy tears flood"
Landscape drowned in his dark shine
I ride nightly conquest beast
Her blood tastes so fine
Beneath an open sky i´ll feast

Haze of death is veiled with sorrows´ might
She´s quietly dying in my arms
Bite of mine, stream of blood so slight
New kiss conceals embrace of harm
Lesbian fantasies for her are very gracious
The last tear has rolled down her face
Dying body is hot with this true passion
The last tear take her away from human race
To me..