On a night in late October Just before the time of dawn Thou went into thy sisters' chamber And seduced thy own blood Through her window, in late October Moon were changing into sun Thee left thy bride, cold and silent Sleeping, resting until next time Longing for her precious beauty Her darkened hair and pale white skin No more resting for the wicked Even in thy own cold grave Suddenly, in late October Another night, a different time A curse was spelled, woe to thee Her neck was poisoned by a cross With tired eyes she looked upon Thou, her sister, late and fair Standing close her maiden bed With fearful gaze, and spiteful smile With cold pale fingers, she now dragged The scornful cross from the bleeding neck Joined her sister, in late October United on this silent night A pact beyond both grave and death Sleeping beside her very own flesh Since this night, forever and ever Thy sister thee eternally wed "....Seduced by her sinful treasures On her lifeblood thee was fed Embraced by her nightly pleasures Thy sister thee crimson wed...."