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!'