The Portrait-Black Countess

When night is clothing skies into black velvet It could be heard her singing Her voice calling to show yourself Vamping into the depth of her multy-faced being I'm flying in this muse, feeling her with whole my body Above the beaten way behind the light Sometimes ill-natured eyes of the Demonic Moon Open the flesh of night by its dead ashy look And then I see her children awoke after day sleep To slake their hunger performing nocturnal trip Their desire gave the centuries of dark being Their screaming victims went from the lost blooded ways They are the cruel history of gothic night - The mother of wolves and vampires tide I see dead fields full of faded flowers Slowly waving under the autumn wind Fields with bones are spreading everywhere Like white spots shown on the grey canvas Packs of wolves come down from the high hills To this left and lost dale Following the path of eternal call Hours of great hunt are waiting for them Oblivious melody is still spreading around Like dark water of Lethean river Among the hills covered with dense Forest of the Dead Mirror-like surface full of blinking stars is spread The lake with mysteries hidden inside its black gist Covered under shroud of light spectral mist Sometimes this mist materialises and tempts Shaping as graceful bodies of young sexy vamps Her eyes reflect unlimited desirous abyss And ruby lips are calling for voluptuous kiss O lonely wayfarer cling to their naked legs Rest after a long way Sleep under their kisses and caresses That'll be a last dream in your life I fly further passing the whispering forest To the castle on the rock from where This nocturnal music sounds My Countess - a beloved of night I'm flying to you I know that real love can't die That's why I always return to your chamber To your Portrait I see my flight in your eyes I see how night is clothing skies into black velvet...