Thy mighty Words, Vampyric Mater,
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Queen of the Undead, still evoke my Mind
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"Soon my Enchantress shall be Seraphim
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to my Throne, built of Immortality"
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As Spy in Darkness I see the weak Creature
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break the Shadows falling on Her Grave
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My Bloodthirst is of the Wolves,
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who gather - what Pride - to an impressive Parade
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The Purity of the Wintermoon
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strengthens me whilst Vengeance is mine
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My hunting Fangs - his Mirror of mortal Decay
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His Blood drips down like the Grains in Reaper's Sandglass
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...the once naked Flowers dress!
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Ecstatic Love or bitter Tragedy?
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Out of a whirling Storm my Bride ascends
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"Thou were mine, Thou art mine
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and Thou shall be mine throughout all Eternities!"
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Now I touch Thy marble Breasts, shall enchant Thy secret Garden
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and drown in the Lakes of Thy ("my") Beauty
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"So reunite with me and feel the Passion
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Thou get crowned with through my Vampyre Kiss..."
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Angel's Bloody Tears (...The Once Naked Flowers Dress)
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Ancient Ceremony |