Alcohol is in my veins...
Tears fall as I think of you
The true memory you left me with

is a key to the wine of melancholy

I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows

As you Burned on that stake they burnt
my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your flaming hate

it was not enough

Natassja, my beloved satanic witch

The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the noble in man
Pass the bottle, pass the knife

Pass me your unholy crafts

I shall never forget you, the best

of all there is, I lick your cold lips
I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe
You never kissed the priest, you never

Drank the blood of jesus. Weird, they say
well, turn it upside down like you did
and they Kill, KILL, and they take you away...


Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul

Your resurrection is the spirit of you
Installed in me. So now, your thougths
and your pains are my wine; and Natassja

I'll get these goddam angels drunk..