I see that which you desire Costs their essence Your foul contemplation To hold the night in your castle of cold Drain the life of the pure ones Deadly maiden Let me inside Your face, hatred its design, Has claimed my mind, My foul contemplation. To drink the cup in the bleeding room old, Your dark hair grasps my fingers. Lady darkness, Black lust arise. The winds voice again Whispers her name Cachtice deliver me To the women I feed Your tender kisses of death Upon the faces of young Now my lips upon thine Spawn the next of our kind The winds voice again Whispers her name Cachtice deliver me To the women I feed