Night of a Succubus - Wine from Tears

Moon has reflected into her eyes

In wavy hair, obscurity of night flies

And there, there, on the hill

She keeps alluring me

In her pathetic eyes

I see my pain… The truth and lies

I scratch by nails the windows, painted black

And watch her dark mess through the crack

She walks among the graves

Under the moon and rains

The fire cares her face

Dancing in twilight’s grace… Tonight

I damn myself, I damn my life

Tempted and blinded like a fool…

Beholder of amazing night witch

Her sight is breaking off a mist

Being thawn in gloomy light of twist

I am chained to a window crack

There is no salvation, and there’s no way back

My fingers are bleeding and hurt

Behind the wall I hear the words

The key is unlocking my door

My executioner came, It is a confirm

Her reflections are everywhere

She seems to be true

I hear the bells of my death

But it has no value

Now, my death is amusing the crowd

But I don’t, I don’t hear them loud

I’m free, I’m going to her

To the hill to meet her and to serve