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, you can't talk, can't escape
No more whispers. no more sorrow no more pain

 [bad word] to me
Mircalla, I want you
Carmilla, [bad word] to you

Mircalla, I want your screams

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

 [bad word] to bring the sorrow
She is like a cold embrace
She murmurs words of madness
 [bad word] to bring the death

“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”