Pale white flesh, a splash of red
Twisted dreams of you upon my bed...

Seek me if the roots of love will blossom,
perfect passions like heated fires will forge...

The raven croaks my name aloud
My growing fear in fervid crowd...

Darkness falls oh silent night
Churning shadows fill your sight...

In the dead of night my heart doth yearn
Full moon shines tis fear ye learn...