To these pale spectres  dwelling in the blackness of my sins  I behold her swirling tongue  floating in my swart lake  I can almost touch her limbs    Cloaked beneath her woes  I found my nothingness  withered among the pity  It Was Dead    Splendid horror, splendid horror  Splendid horror, splendid horror    The blood-red water  drives me into ecstasy  I scream of pleasure  as I crawl down to her    Even though they fainted  there is really nothing to fear!!