A drawling wolf's howl broke a dreadful silence

A settled fog over jagged crags spread everywhere with the black dead seed

Screams of The Demons, Screams of The Virgins

lying naked to be martyred for her sins

made Her more cruel, completely insane

Forest shed Her, forest whispered her name

at midnight on Christmas Eve she arose from her grave



She longed for blood, erotic dark dreams

dancing macabre she went them into bliss

Spellbound by her they led Her come in

Her love was for blood, from whisper to scream



The Sorcerers of The Dark - Invoke! To The Devil!

that he restores to life that woman who brought

Her orchirds to world and bewitched with her beauty

to make them enthralled



Still in Fever I can't fall asleep

dreaming of Her

Lusting Her and ready to give my blood for Love of Devil's Whore



In eerie night, in awful sleep - wolf's howl reminds me

this forgotten tale, Countess in blood - result of Cruelty

Auspicious night, beneath the stars Her beauty comes to light

From ancient times she comes as beast to bring to world her blight



If only I could have kissed Her sweetest lips to be benigthed once

and forevermore

I would have given my blood for Her love if only I could have been with Her

Blood For Love



Her time had passed a fable versed Her life condemned by pulpit curse

But truth of Her it lives on lips of libertine, on Christmas Eve

It will be coming from Past to light



Dreams of Her will remain the dreams and won't be seen by eyes

But time will come a beast returns as soon as she will call me beneath

the winter skies under December Moon