To these pale spectres
Dwelling in the blackness of my sins
I behold her swirling tounge
Floating in my swart lake
I can almost touch her limbs
Cloaked beneath her woes
I found my nothingness
Withered among the pity
It Was Dead
Splendid horror, splendid horror
Splendid horror, splendid horror
The blood-red water
Drive me into ecstasy
I scream of pleasure
As I crawl down to her
Even though they fainted
There is really nothing to fear !!
