Testo di Carmilla

Tales were told Of a woman Who drew the dead Into her body Lead out into a forest black Underneath the autumn moon The cry of the witch calls forth Temptation Deception In the weak Mind of fools A succubus She beckons The dead Into her womb With scarlet lios she prays Unto the devils heart Stripping the life away From men; cadavers at her command They beg for touch; they crave her moan Men; what will become of this world If we continue to feed this whore? What will become; of true love? Now'a the time; to light this up And burn away; her unholy lies Tonight tonight; we take back this town Tonight tonight; we end her curse And drive a stake deep into the heart of lust And in the father's name I pray amen