Morgana — Lord Vampyr

Dear heart, I think the young impassioned priest When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His god imprisoned in the Eucharist, And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,

Feels not such awful wonder as I felt When first my smitten eyes beat full on thee, And all night long before thy feet I knelt Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry..

You are my lady. my dark desire Follow the call. of your beloved Like a dance. dance in the fire Follow the call. of your prince Through the forest. I'm awaiting for you Oh your white neck. your veins I'm awaiting. my thirst is great Oh your hot blood. on my mouth

Tonight we'll become one Lost souls in black A dark embrace of lust A dark enchantment A dark sensation of eternity

Tomorrow you'll see a new world With your eyes of vampire You will taste the blood of your victim

Oh Morgana. my dark lady My dark desire Tonight will become immortal