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Heart is blackened, under a pale mooned night

A figure lurks in shadows cloaked

From amidst the pine she approached cold stone

Beloved's grave, upon which a raven croaked

Sorrowful tears dripped upon the tomb

A thirst for her loved one stirred deep inside

Grim desires ablaze which to this night remained unconfessed

As upon her man's grave she knelt down astride

Veni! Veni! Veni a me!

To the Darkness she spoke with lust she knew not before

As she rubbed her wet loins and craved for much more

From the juice of her cunt, the marble now moist

As to the Dark Lord she turned, her spell was now voiced

From beneath the soil a figure emerged

Her beloved returned from the realm of Death

Her plea was now heeded, her orifice to be filled

In a lascivious embrace the corpse was given breath

With a longing for each other their bodies entwined

In a carnal rapture her spell she would bind

As he spread undead seed in her aching soaked cervix

She smiled on the effigy of the lurking crucifix

To the Darkness she spoke with lust she knew not before

As she rubbed her wet loins and craved for much more

From the juice of her cunt, the marble now moist

As to the Dark Lord she turned, her spell was now voiced

She longed for the afterlife, woe to this world

To her heart she thrust steel, the blade of a knife

His hand thus she took as he dragged her beneath

Beyond the mortal veil, beyond the drapes of life...

Veni! Veni! Veni a me!