Her shadows mourn in moonlight  Dark traces for the soul to feed  Each wound that transforms her  Is mine to conquer and bewitch  As storms breathes inside of her  Winds of faith heals and grieves  This temptress that haunts my desire  Turned death endlessly against me    I draw the circled pentagram extreme  Wishing that death would reanimate  That flesh becomes the truth  Amongst the stars above her bones  Shattered, abused by the night  Torched alit by graveyard mists  That died together with her sins  Shaping her frigid flesh dead and dried...    By spells of sacred daughters  That departed their misdeeds  I crave my nightly courtesan  To violate my sense again  And as the final sunset  As the moon, the stars, the sky...  I placed my soul in gratitude  To darkness, to the gates of pain...    "Behold its glory, the night alit,  Our shadows painted, in the light of the moon  Our dark secrets, unknown to mankind  As I, the breeder, devoured thy mortal soul..."    Wings aroused, as moonlit flesh emerged  From wastelands deep down the ground  As icons in stone bowed for the animated dead  I forced thy entry to the final world    "Behold its glory, the night alit,  Our shadows painted, in the light of the moon  Our dark secrets, unknown to mankind  As I, the breeder, devoured thy mortal soul..."    My slumbering beauty, possessing nightly grandeur  Endless, and forever, I am thine, eternally  I was spellbound from eyes of sapphire jewelry  And the sins from the depths of thy soul    Enchanted by thy darkness  My Queen of lust and urge  I watched thy shadow, mourning in the dark  So cold and dead, so dead and dried  Seductress of my dreams, I wither with thee  My flesh, my true nocturnal blood...    "Behold its glory, the night alit,  Our shadows painted, in the light of the moon  Our dark secrets, unknown to mankind  As I, the breeder, devoured thy mortal soul...