Natassja In Eternal Sleep

Alcohol is in my veins... Tears fall as I think of you. The True Memory you left Me with is a Key to the wine of melancholy. I Drown Myself in the Deepest of Sorrows- As You Burned on that Stake they burnt my soul as well. Your Pure Feelings, Your Flaming Hate; it was not enough. Nata*sja, my beloved Satanic Witch, the Power in Your Eyes and Yourself. Worked for the Noble in Man. Pa*s the Bottle, Pa*s the Knife, Pa*s Me Your Unholy Crafts. I Shall Never forget You, the Best of All there is, I Lick Your Cold Lips, I Embrace Your Coffin as I sigh in woe. You Never Kissed the Priest, You Never Drank the blood of jesus. Weird, they say- well, turn it upside down like You did, and they Kill, KILL, and they take You away... Now, Centuries Later, I do Yours and My Sign. You Live in Me, like You moved in with My Soul. Your resurrection is the Spirit of You- Installed in Me. So now, Your thougths and Your Pains are My Wine; And Nata*sja: I'll get these goddam angels Drunk...