On a night in late October  Just before the time of dawn  Thou went into thy sisters' chamber  And seduced thy own blood    Through her window, in late October  Moon were changing into sun  Thee left thy bride, cold and silent  Sleeping, resting until next time    Longing for her precious beauty  Her darkened hair and pale white skin  No more resting for the wicked  Even in thy own cold grave    Suddenly, in late October  Another night, a different time  A curse was spelled, woe to thee  Her neck was poisoned by a cross    With tired eyes she looked upon  Thou, her sister, late and fair  Standing close her maiden bed  With fearful gaze, and spiteful smile    With cold pale fingers, she now dragged  The scornful cross from the bleeding neck  Joined her sister, in late October  United on this silent night    A pact beyond both grave and death  Sleeping beside her very own flesh  Since this night, forever and ever  Thy sister thee eternally wed    "....Seduced by her sinful treasures  On her lifeblood thee was fed  Embraced by her nightly pleasures  Thy sister thee crimson wed...."