Alcohol is in my veins
Tears fall as I think of you
The True Memory you left Me with
Is a Key to the wine of melancholy
I Drown Myself in the Deepest of Sorrows-
As You Burned on that Stake they burnt
My soul as well
Your Pure Feelings, Your Flaming Hate;
It was not enough
Natassja, my beloved Satanic Witch,
The Power in Your Eyes and Yourself
Worked for the Noble in Man
Pass the Bottle, Pass the Knife,
Pass Me Your Unholy Crafts
I Shall Never forget You, the Best
Of All there is, I Lick Your Cold Lips,
I Embrace Your Coffin as I sigh in woe
You Never Kissed the Priest, You Never
Drank the blood of jesus Weird, they say-
Well, turn it upside down like You did,
And they Kill, KILL, and they take You away
Now, Centuries Later, I do Yours and My Sign
You Live in Me, like You moved in with My Soul
Your resurrection is the Spirit of You-
Installed in Me So now, Your thougths
And Your Pains are My Wine; And Natassja:
I'll get these goddam angels Drunk