Alcohol is in my veins...
Tears fall as I think of you
The [bad word] memory you left me with
is a key to the wine of melancholy

I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
As you Burned on that stake they burnt
my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your flaming hate
it was not enough

Natassja, my beloved satanic witch
The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the noble in man
Pass the bottle, pass the knife
Pass me your unholy crafts

I shall never forget you, the best
of all there is, I lick your cold lips
I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe
You never kissed the priest, you never
Drank the blood of jesus. Weird, they say
well, turn it upside down like you did
and they Kill, KILL, and they take you away...

Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign
You live in me, like you moved in with my soul
Your resurrection is the spirit of you
Installed in me. So now, your thougths
and your pains are my wine; and Natassja
I'll get these goddam angels [bad word] ..