She sleeps on a bed of roses and thorns Her pale face, candid like the snow The taste of the blood Is a sweet memory The forest wraps to you In its icy embrace ...

I hear the leaves to fall on my coffin The seasons are ollowed, my skin remain young I have seen reigns to fall, destroyed from the wars, I am still here, the b...

I still feel her scent, the wind that caress her hats, The winter renders me sad, task to her pale skin In the nights of storm The rain designs her face on the ...

[Part I Dracula's Guest] Pale faces hidden in the dark Waiting for a new guest This House have seen love death passion war For years Cold rooms Spider's webs S...

Dear heart, I think the young impassioned priest When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His god imprisoned in the Eucharist, And eats the bread, and dri...

A dream a nightmare I have seen strange figure I have felt a strange sensation of fear and lust Her dark veil her bleeding mouth I want this unholy passion Now ...

She walks along the river, between the trees The Ophelia's ghost She lived in the castle, on the hill Like an enslaved, imprisoned from those walls From the win...