silence voice with whistle of the wind   through dim nocturnal, misty air   melancholic crying of the wind   full of agony and despair   those graves with those old trees near   and the silent humming in the air   weak mortals stiffen by the fear   if do they walk by night here      spirit of that place is filled with fright   come here dark beauty of the night   to the realm of the night out from the light   come here to be my bride      under the lunar silver glow   come to me and let me show   my kingdom and my silver throne   of realm of darkness of my own      seal this part with the kiss   kiss the beast and you won't miss   the world of mortal and the weak   come now and give me yourself      you are the bride of lucifer   my mistress in thin black dress   you are the bride of lucifer   bride of the prince of darkness   you are the bride of lucifer   you are the bride of mine