Carmilla
Her black shadow at the foot of your bedHer pure white dress you can feel her on your breastYou can't stop her in the coils of her sweet spellYou can feel her she's so close to your heart
Every night after tolling of last bellSilent coming languid, graceful into a trance
You can't stop her, no, you can't talk, can't escapeNo more whispers. no more sorrow no more pain
Carmilla, comes to meMircalla, I want youCarmilla, she comes to you
Mircalla, I want your screams
Now I see you at the foot of my bedYour pure white dress is a one great scarlet stainI can't stop you in the coils of your sweet spellI can feel you, you're so close to my heart
She comes to bring the sorrowShe is like a cold embraceShe murmurs words of madnessShe comes to bring the death
“You are mine, you shall be mine “she says…”love willhave 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 dressBathed, from her chin to her feet,In one great scarlet stain.
She says again…“there’s nosacrifice without blood”