[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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"
[Verse 2]
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 (Feel the sickness spread within 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
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
[Verse 1]
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"
[Verse 2]
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 (Feel the sickness spread within 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
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