Alcohol is in my veins

Tears fall as I think of you

The true memory you left me with

Is a key to the wine of melancholy



I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows

As you hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well

Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough



Natassia, my beloved satanic witch

The power in your eyes and yourself

Worked for the numble in men

Pass the bottle, pass the knife

Pass me your unholy crafts



I shall never forget you, the best of all there is

I lick your cold lips, I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe

You never kissed the priest, you never drank the blood of jews

Weird, they say - well, turn it upside down like you did

And they kill, kill, and they take you away...



Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign

You live in me, like you moved in with my soul

Your resurrection is the spirit of you - installed in me

So now, your thoughts and your pain are my wine

And Natassia, I'll get these goddamn angels drunk...