Spirit in bondage, of a nightworld so vain
Forever lamenting amidst somber domain
Archangels weep choirs as if heaven in flames, hath cast them as fallen with scorn and disdain
Softly breaks silence to hearken a call
“Come to me now, on thy knees shalt thou crawl
Groveling forth as a servant in thrall
From highborn your heir, to damnation shall fall
By taste of my kiss, so sweet as red wine
Bewitched by the night, such pleasures to find
Nocturnal splendor shall soon all be thine
Beyond warmth of day shall thou remain frozen in time”