Two Witches

I'm the count, be my countess
my beauty one, my lady in the tomb.
Be my Carmilla
you got a raven hair
lush red lips,
and rounded cheeks
you got those hungry eyes
my teenage whore
you're girl with the hungry eyes
you're as pale as death.
My destiny
my dream and death.
My desire.
You make heat on me
like no-one else could do.
Your face in the candle light
when you get out of your coffin
please, bite me again
please, bite me again.