I remember her as a child 

 Raven...on and on with her raven claws
 Carving...on and on with her raven claws 

 How she lusts when she remembers
 The night of her first blow
 She always wanted to know
 How far could she really go 

 Inflamed, a dead-end room
 Seduce to consume
 Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
 Statues with open wounds 

 The flavour of poison and moon
 Still maturing on her blood
 She is not your occasional affair, no!
 But eternal love, drop by drop... 

 Raven...on and on with her raven claws
 Carving...on and on with her raven claws 

 How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
 She juggles with her invisible knife
 black bird senses danger and flies
 Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark 

 Little silhouette snakes find
 a warm nest behind the door
 And whip-tongues and skins
 of sisters now gone. 

 Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
 Which grows red and red
 They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
 And they crown her Queen of the Dead. 

 Raven...on and on with her raven claws
 Raping...on and on with her raven claws 

 Will she weep for them or whip them once again?