A Styrian Rhapsody

Oh!

Oh!

I do believe we've been hijacked

Well, hey now, let's see what these kids have to say

With their newfangled ideas and such

This, is A Styrian Rhapsody

Feel the cold, feel the languor steep behind you

Feel her hold, feel the bite run deep inside you

Feel the temptress start to strike

Oh,oh, Carmilla! You scintillating sinner (You tantalising thriller)

Feel the heartaches feel alike

Like likes its own breed; its own kind

(When they say it's blind, is this what they had in mind?)

Men, women, the differеnce is really quite slight

(Thеy say it's best repressed, but why should she settle for less?)

"Less is more," "Slam that door," "Now, shut it, whore"

Wives of old (Those decrepit crones) lay waste to all that's different

Lies stayed told, but little do they know

Their satisfaction's their own victim

Feel foundations start to shake

Oh, oh, Carmilla! See the passivity fill her

Heads, beds, legs all start to quake, break

Hate falls under its own weight

Who was once abhorred will thrive in years not yet borne

Born before your adored, poor Laura's endorsed

Doors remain still shut, but time will sanction your love

Love is love, what's above can bloody shove it, 'cause

'Cause all too many times is this story heard

"The Dark Temptation," "The Bent's Lamentation"

Written by the man of an ancient foreword, published by scorn

All too many times is the innocent hurt by the violent pious

The self-claimed righteous

Marshalled by a contemptuous manic, victims, forlorn

So see the brand (The eternal scar) of the harlot and the thespian

"Stay your hand" ("Lay only man")

Man, the '70s were an awful time to be a lesbian

Free the countess from her cage

Oh, oh, Carmilla! Heal a hole sewn with killer filler

Free her from her ancient age

"Age? Trivial, but no, don't lay your own sex"

Sexist by design, senses unrefined

"Lust? Unjust, no, Laura, don't fall for our guest"

Guess the wrongs and rights, trust not day nor night

Look up high, bird the sky, say

"Get your high and mighty dick out your hand

Who I fuck is none of your business, God damn"

All too many times is this story heard

"The Dark Temptation," "The Bent's Lamentation"

Written by the man of an ancient foreword, published by scorn

(They've told this tale before)

All too many times is the innocent hurt by the violent pious

The self-claimed righteous

Marshalled by a contemptuous manic, victims forlorn

But we won't listen to fools that refuse to use the tools of change

"My father taught me to do this his way"

The past has long passed and the times decay

So welcome to the new age

Virtue's in the eye of the beholder

And I think you'll find yours so much older

Cataracts can catch up so fast

When you refuse to look over your own cold shoulder

You refused to behold her!

Fables label

She, the Vampyr

Well will won't wilt beneath the hate-fuelled funeral pyre

Watch it rise on higher