Carmilla

Tales were told
Of a woman
Who drew the dead
Into her body

Lead out into a forest black
Underneath the autumn moon
The cry of the witch calls forth

Temptation
Deception
In the weak
Mind of fools

A succubus
She beckons
The dead
Into her womb

With scarlet lios she prays
Unto the devils heart
Stripping the life away
From men cadavers at her command
They beg for touch they crave her moan

Men what will become of this world
If we continue to feed this whore?
What will become of true love?

Now'a the time to light this up
And burn away her unholy lies

Tonight tonight we take back this town
Tonight tonight we end her curse
And drive a stake deep into the heart of lust

And in the father's name
I pray amen