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
 Natassja, my beloved satanic witch
 The power in your eyes and yourself
 Worked for the noble in man
 Pass the bottle, pass the knife
 Pass 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 Natassja
 I'll get these goddam angels drunk...