Secrets under blackened [bad word]  Krebs / Müller ; Poetry:Anderle)The Glance of the Red Wine,so lovely in dim StarlightOnly the Moon is Witness of my Revenge"Thee robbed me my most precious,so await my sinister LustLycanthropia, I hunt the Nightthe Tears of Thine for me like Showers of Gold"Thy feeble Screams create the Mood of Symphonies to my EarsFor the Blood of the Weak, who took away my Dearest,is Water of the eternal Life floating through my VeinsLike a Shark in deep-blue Waters I dive into Black Sky,tasting Thy Blood"Ah, strengthen me mortal Creatures!"Whilst I feel the Hour arriving when lunar Light will caressthe Grave of my Beloved with ResurrectionThou feel Death's ClawsDeath's pure Claws