Carmilla

	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

	Every 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 your screams

	Now I see you at the
	foot of my bed
	Your pure white dress is a one great scarlet stain
	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 sorrow
	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 sacrifices..”
	“there’s a coldness beyond her years,
	in her smiling endless melancholy,
	the refusal to afford you the least ray of light”
	You see her under the moon shadow,
	Standing near the feet of your bed,
	In her lacy white dress
	Bathed, from her chin to her feet,

	In one great scarlet stain.
	She says again…
	“there’s no
	sacrifice without blood”

	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

	Every 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 your screams

	Now I see you at the
	foot of my bed
	Your pure white dress is a one great scarlet stain
	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 sorrow
	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 sacrifices.."
	" there' s a coldness beyond her years,
	in her smiling endless melancholy,
	the refusal to afford you the least ray of light"
	You see her under the moon shadow,
	Standing near the feet of your bed,
	In her lacy white dress
	Bathed, from her chin to her feet,

	In one great scarlet stain.
	She says again
	" there' s no
	sacrifice without blood"