natassja in eternal sleep

alcohol is in my veins. tears fall as i think of you. the true 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 drunk.