Carmilla

Her black shadow at the foot of your bed
Her pure white dress
You can feel her on your breast
You can't stop her
In the coils of her sweet spell
You can feel her she's so
Close to your heart.

Every night after tolling of last bell
Silent coming languid, graceful into a trance.

You can't stop her, no, you can't talk, can't escape
No more whispers. No more sorrow no more pain.

Carmilla, comes to me
Mircalla, I want you
Carmilla, she comes to you.

Mircalla, I want your screams.

Now I see you at the foot of my bed
Your pure white dress
Is a one great scarlet stain
I can't stop you in the coils of your sweet spell
I can feel you, you're so close to my heart.

She comes to bring the sorrow
She is like a cold embrace
She murmurs words of madness
She comes to bring the death.

“You are mine, you shall be mine “
She says…”love will have its sacrifices..”
“there's a coldness beyond her years
In her smiling endless melancholy
The refusal to afford you the least ray of light”
You see her under the moon shadow
Standing near the feet of your bed
In her lacy white dress
Bathed, from her chin to her feet.

In one great scarlet stain
She says again…
“there's no sacrifice without blood”.