The Glance of the Red Wine,

so lovely in dim Starlight

Only the Moon is Witness of my Revenge



"Thee robbed me my most precious,

so await my sinister Lust

Lycanthropia, I hunt the Night

the Tears of Thine for me like Showers of Gold"



Thy feeble Screams create the Mood of Symphonies to my Ears

For the Blood of the Weak, who took away my Dearest,

is Water of the eternal Life floating through my Veins

Like a Shark in deep-blue Waters

I dive into Black Sky, tasting Thy Blood



"Ah, strengthen me mortal Creatures!"



Whilst I feel the Hour arriving when lunar Light will caress

the Grave of my Beloved with Resurrection

Thou feel Death's Claws

Death's pure Claws