1. CARMILLA

The nocturnal carriage arrived again
She was looking for another lady friend
The young girl, lying fainted upon the ground
A wolf in sheep's clothing had come around
Had we known that day
We would have sent her away
That night she came our of her grave
One look in her eyes and a young girl is her slave
Carmilla is coming to stay
When Laura was a child she thought she had a dream
All of a sudden she began to scream
The first time she had suffered the vampire's bite
She had met Carmilla in her room that night
A portrait... 1698
200 years... is that Carmilla's face?
That night she came out of the grave
One look in her eyes and a young girl is her slave
Carmilla is coming to stay
Why did the funeral hymn make her fly into a rage?
And what is her real age?
Why does she sleep in the day and vanish into the night?
She seems to shun the daylight
The nightmares came again, poor Laura
A black cat... enters her room each night
The beast would turn into a lady
After Laura had the vampire's bite
The lady would turn to go, then fade away
Laura's health declined more each day
"The oupire is going through the woods just like the wolf"
Some would say
The revenant slept in her coffin when it was the day
If Laura was to live there was the one and the only way
They found the blood-liner coffin where Carmilla slept by day
...stake through the heart and with a sword, struck her head away
Sometimes even to this day
Laura can hear her voice from far away
That night she came out of her grave
One look in her eyes and a young girl is her slave... Carmilla has come to stay


2. A MEETING IN THE WOODS

Walking in the woods night midnight
I will tell you a dreadful tale
My eyes were blasted full by the sight
Of shapes now loosed, once pent in hell
Tonight's the gathering to worship Satan as Lord
As a young girl spreads naked on the altar like a whore
Black Goat of One Thousand Young will sow his seed
On the infant's flesh the succubi... they will feed
Thinking back to my Faith, she begged me
"Don't go out to leave on this night"
Now I crouch in fear hiding myself
If they don't get me, I'll die of fright
Tonight's the gathering to worship Satan as Lord
As a young girl spreads naked on the altar like a whore
Black Goat of One Thousand Young will sow his seed
On the infant's flesh the succubi... they will feed
Then the high priest, he turned to speak and point at me
"There he is now, hiding in the dark behind that tree
Someone has come to join us now and take communion
He shall come to witness now this unholy union"
Witches and warlocks drank the blood from a dying child
They opened up a door to hell and called into the wild
When I heard those names, I could not take a step
Yog-Sothoth, Pazuzu and Nyarlathotep
...and there I stood still frozen and now under their spell
Amidst the witches and all the shapes they called up from Hell
An orgy of lamiae and humans writhed onto the ground
And headless moon-calves bleated with an awful sound
The high priest held out a book of damned names
And dipped into blood a feathered quill
I signed my name with the blood of our dead child
All of this against my will
Tonight's the gathering to worship Satan as Lord
As faith, the young girl spreads naked on the altar like a whore
Black Goat of One Thousand Young will sow his seed
On the infant's flesh the succubi... they will feed