In the depths of distorted vision of castle
You are there, so beautiful, like an adorned corpse
Men ignore the sensual smelling of blood
Nor the way to kiss, the meaning of caresses
Now give me your blood-like red lipstick
To become more beautiful worthy of a sacrifice
In the room where floats the burned smelling of roses
'til the end bury me with your own way
Somewhere a recorder repeats a harpsichord
Buried under roses' corpses which died hundreds years ago
Lying in a stone coffin, a smelling of putrefaction floating
You are the queen of the night
Closing your embers eyes, your fingers tangling on my neck
Like an obnoxious toy you make the paralysis going on
Put your arms round my back and let your tongue slip on my nape
Hold me tight 'til your venomous teeth make me lose consciousness
In your frail shoulders
When you thrust your fine nails into my back
Your tongue embracing my neck
The sweet poison of roses penetrates all my body
"......Carmilla......"