The winter renders me sad, task to her pale skin
In the nights of storm
The rain designs her face on the glasses of the window of my room!
Yours tomb is covered from the leaves
I remember your sweet smile, your deep looks
As in a dream. I hear. whispers from the grave!!!
But my hands are dirty of earth
I feel its scent on my skin
Two bleeding holes on my neck
I feel myself to suffocate.
I can see also in the dark of my room
Now I'm a vampire
Now. your tomb is open
I'm awaiting for you, your sweet lips
It's not a dream. I hear. whispers from the grave
Come to me. my dark love