Raven-haired, and of my darkest dreams
Her pale touch is like the Winter's cold
Like the forest, she obsessed my soul
and her grip will not let go

And in her heart flows immortality,
for she is of Lamia blood
And through my dreams she came
to my soul for thy blood (essence) summoned her name

In rapture I embrace the bliss
of sins of the flesh
Immortal, I drank from her soul,
from her very veins

I indulge in the sins of lust
And the shadows dance, to the chaos of her trance
As the flames within her showed her fire
Wicked are her ways, of giving to thee, the ecstasy I desire
And Cursed is her Kiss that is forever more
for it's aftertaste is bitterness