The Portrait

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...