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I see that which you desire

Costs their essence

Your foul contemplation

To hold the night, in your castle of cold

Darin the life, of the pure ones.

Deadly maiden

Let me inside

Your face, hatred it's design

Has claimed my mind

My foul contemplation

To drink the cup in the bleeding room of old

Your dark hair, grasps my fingers

Lady darkness

Black lust arise

The wind's 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 wind's voice again

Whispers her name

Cachtice deliver me

To the women I feed