A screech of Owl from ancient Yew

That echoes in the skulls

Of those who were the congregation

Graves all smashed apart

Where Belladonna preaches now

And Ivy binds the tower

Covering the stained lost saints

As Monks Hood chants the hour

He lay upon the broken alter

Gazing to the sky

Night velvet kiss breeze welcoming

As Moonlight gently hides

The priestess strides to take him

And Lilith be her smile

Their flesh becomes a passion vessel

Overflowing wild

At peak of moment strikes him dead

She takes his final breath

Another soul forever rapture

One with queen Lilith.