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 who*e 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 pa**ed 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 [06 February 1999]