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 hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough

Natassia, my beloved satanic witch
The power in your eyes and yourself
Worked for the numble in men
Pass the bottle, pass the knife
Pas 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 jews
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 thoughts and your pain are my wine
And Natassia, I'll get these [bad word] angels [bad word] ..