Theatre Of Ice - She Sleeps Lyrics

She sleeps in the sated bed
Shadows creep amoung the spinnets of fire
"It's very nice to be home again"
The man in her dream
Announces with a mottled tongue
A choaked scream
The shattered dream
Blood drips from reeking garlic above
Virgins dancing in front of some sanctified tree
The perfume of a million corpses
Suffocates the sleeping girl
A low moan evokes this strangled air
Her palid face becomes strainrd
Over and over she wails
This galic keener
Tearing her hair
Drowning in her own red blood