Her black shadow at the
foot of your bed.
Her pure white dress you
can feel her on your breast.
You can't stop her in the coils of her sweet spell.
You can feel her she's so close
to your heart.
night after tolling of last bell
Silent coming languid, graceful into a trance.
You can't stop her, no, you
can't talk, can't escape.
No more whispers, no more sorrow no more pain.
Carmilla, comes to me.
Mircalla, I want you.
Carmilla, she comes to you.
Mircalla, I want
Now I see you at the foot
of my bed.
Your pure white dress is a one great scarlet
I can't stop you in the coils of your sweet spell.
I can feel you, you're so close to my heart.
She comes to bring the
She is like a cold embrace.
She murmurs words of madness.
She comes to
bring the death.
"You are mine, you
shall be mine "
She says.. "love will have its
"There's a coldness beyond her years,
smiling endless melancholy,
The refusal to afford you the least ray of
You see her under the moon shadow,
Standing near the feet of your bed,
lacy white dress
Bathed, from her chin to her feet,
In one great scarlet stain.
She says again...
"there's no sacrifice without