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The bare-breasted countess

With arms open wide

She comes to me each night

In darkness we do writhe

On the lid of her coffin

We make love and we jest

Raping the love from her unliving body

Drinking the blood from my chest

I thought entombed, all beauty died

But held in the darkness of her eyes

Everything that I wanted the most

Now it's all gone I'm in love with a ghost

The bare-breasted countess

With lips of red wine

She turns to me and says,

"Life is but a lie"

And now deep in the garden

Just cold as a tomb

Feeling her form in the starless moonlight

Singing the song of my doom