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”