Vempire (or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein), 1996 Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An angel stole my heart And death took her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me The dead would sing for me Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving king Funereal in breath Secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat death My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a devil so vain The angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies And wreak erotic maladies where sex and death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am he that vanquished death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes I will crush them all If this holds thy delight Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite