To these pale spectres dwelling in the blackness of my sins
I behold her swirling tounge floating in my swart lake
I can almost touch her limbs

Cloaked beneath her woes, I found my nothingness
Withered among the pity it was dead

Splendid horror, splendid horror
Splendid horror, splendid horror

The blood-red water drives me into ecstasy
I scream of pleasure as I crawl down to her
Even though they fainted, there is really nothing to fear!