Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version)

Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded

Nightfall take my hand

Seduce me with silky timbred limbs

Grant me thy dark command

Over the peaks framing tapestries

Of thick forest, dusk has filled

With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist

Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill

Lucretia is my love in vein

When thy tears bleed sweeter

Thank the midsummer rain?

Bewinged, infested belfries

Toll o'er the sobbing throng

A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes

Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong

(In saddean paradise ancestral legacies linger on...)

I am He

The crowned and conquering darkness

Satan robed in ecumenical filth

Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph

This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep

And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies

I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep

Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed

Beauty slept and angels wept

For Her immortal soul

In this response, all evil chose

To claim her for their very own

Carpathia

The pleasured dead speak of her

In necromantic tongue

When ambered daylights are done

Masterbating in their graves

On her zenith to come

This catafalque night when awed stars report

Their absence from the heavenly brow

Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts

Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout

How the storm it fulfills

My heart though unhealed

Celestial knifes ebonied

And wild woods thrill

Yet far fiercer still

Her lustre eviscerates me

Carpathia

Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her

Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates

The path towards the castle weary innocence takes

I rule as Master here

Where feral hordes impart my temper