• Here lies the the morbid mistress of the night,
    Buried with the hearts of many,
    Come mourn with me,
    In black for all eternity,
    And let our children mourn as well,
    Dawn ourselves with the crucifixes of silver and wood,
    And all the things that she stood for,
    Her great era of the Victorian Goth,
    Inspired all who saw,
    The mother of the blood lover,
    Who gave the lust to us all.