Mourning roses cover my face
Burying my losses under disgrace
Wind blows wildly cutting the trees
Beautiful voices speak Japanese
Delicate fingers are touching my face
Stone-blind ringers are calling for fans
No Wine and no Fire -
A wedding with Dead -
A pale vampire is waiting for bed.
He saw my arrival and gave me a kiss -
A chance to revival that he couldn't miss.
But he had forgotten that I'M NOT A SLAVE...
And now... he's rotten
He's found his grave...