Her black shadow at the foot of your bed
Her pure white dress, you can feel her on your breast
You can't stop her in the coils of her sweet spell
You can feel her, she's so close to your heart

Every night after tolling of last bell [bad word] languid, graceful into a trance
You can't stop her, no, can't talk, can't escape
No whispers, no, no more sorrow, no more pain
 [bad word] to me
Mircalla, I want you

Now I see you at the foot of my bed
Your pure white dress is a one great scarlet stain
I can't stop you in the coils of your sweet spell
I can feel you, you're so close to my heart

Every night after tolling of last bell [bad word] languid, graceful into a trance
You can't stop her, no, can't talk, can't escape
No whispers, no, no more sorrow, no more pain
 [bad word] to bring the sorrow
She is like a cold embrace
She murmurs words of madness [bad word] to bring the death
 [bad word] to me
Oh, Mircalla, I want you scream
Oh, [bad word] to me
Mircalla, I want you

'You are mine, you shall be mine'
She says 'Love will have its sacrifices
There’s a coldness beyond her years,
In her smiling endless melancholy
The refusal to afford you the least ray of light'

You see her under the moon shadow
Standing near the feet of your bed in her lacy white dress
Bathed, from her chin to her feet
In one great scarlet stain, she says again
'There’s no sacrifice without blood'