You Invaded My Sorrowful Heart Like The Sudden Stroke Of A Blade; Bold As A Lunatic Troupe Of Demons In Drunken Parade, You In My Mortified Soul Made Your Bed And Your Domain; Abhorrence, To Whom 1 Am Bound As The Convict Is To The Chain, As The Drunkard Is To The Jug, As The Gambler To The Game, As To The Vermin The Corpse, I Damn You, Out Of My Shame! And I Prayed To The Eager Sword To Win My Deliverance, And Have Asked The Perfidious Vial To Redeem My Cowardice. Alas! The Vial And The Sword Disdainfully Said To Me; 'You Are Not Worthy To Lift From Your Wretched Slavery, You Fool! If From Her Command Our Efforts Delivered You Forth, Your Kisses Would Waken Again Your Vampire Lover'S Corpse!'