Forestry love cast by the coffin
Whereupon I long for Lucy’s awakening
Back to the land of the undead
Perking up defeated werewolves to expose.
With me thou art safe,
Save for garlic
And those ghastly crucifixes
I am a Hybrid.

Enticement and seduction
Enchained by Lucy’s twisted whims.
I cannot abide the sunlight
And so cannot you
My so cherished vamp
Queen of the wicked
You should find out how I desire you.
Wield thine fangs
Unleash savage nosferatus
Demonic goblins nesting around the woods
Oh! Stay away from the lush of her criminal bends
Sick delights upon her curves we sniff.


Hanging corpses sway
To and fro in beautiful ways
Cannibalism may solace thee, dearie.
Bide farewell to dusk
The Sun can’t curb our will anymore.
And if they behead you
With their rusted scythes
I shall pour my scorching blood
On your sexy lips
Begging for bestial fantasies come true
This full Moon is auspicious
The World fears us
Humans covet us
Turn religion into nasty porn.

Amongst firs and Alpine walnuts
Two sapphire eyes gaze from gloom
Deep glance like daggers alit
Swagger in the midst of a sea of bloody fog
My furry mate
Norwegian Wolf
Bersirker.

Wade by the falling snow
Gifted by crying clouds
A ruthless star
In November
Regorging sorrow and iced tears
My gothic soul
Repeating each word she spells,
Every summoning, every incantation
Every revelation
A forecast upheaval.
Lestat speaks
Legion has slain him
We dwell the underworld
Paradise Lost of the departed.

Concord grapes harvested
In Utopia and France
Turned into a vintage
Where bloodsuckers live
With fruits dripping fresh blood.

An unholy haze devours
All God’s good souls
Wandering in the dark
Kidnapping those who rest in the peace of the Lord.
Inducting them suffering
Breaking Divine rules
Masturbating as she thinks of Jesus
Penetrating saints
Corrupting their hearts with desire.
Concord grapes for the femme fatale
Slaves are willing to feed her
She is willing to deflower three virgin ladies
Thou shall never wish to drift along meadows anymore
Hell is so fucking fine
Impaled children adorn her altar
Following Vlad´s fascinations
Pierced from anus to throat
Cadavers hung with bowel exposure
As fiends place concord grapes
Upon her majestic, thick, rouge lips
And grins as injections of mayhem for voyeurs

Bed of golden silk
Cotton stolen from the whore of god dress
Bouquets of saffron and myrrh
Picked from Cronos´ private myrtle
Whence ravens and blackbirds came from.

Luxury and dampness
Sodomy, gore
Sexual harassment
And molestation of the seraphs
Violate the sacred and the holy
The sanctified and baptized
All of this in Lucy Westenra´s lair
NecroSodom

A sensual voice was heard
Is Lucy commanding
When Her Venus approaches.
Fellatio and buggery
Were thankfully never absent

Outside the throned pit
Upon a lonesome grave
Covered up with slush and snow
My decaying corpse wept
Until tears thawed
The infernal frost of Heaven
Then one thousand roses were born

So she sobbed at last:

“I recall upon the six names
The princess of the dark
Take my soul
For it is thine
Because Satan is a female creature
And her true name
Is Mina.
For whom Dracula weeps.