A jackal in the mist, a swearing vampire.
Twelve purple witches
are rustling against the windows of my home.
Come now, virgin women
and hallucinate a real dream with me.
And here you cannot make mistakes,
You're moaning, getting tired,
Backwards, forward you fall,
Suddenly you start mumbling:
A failed spell.
A jackal in the mist, a swearing vampire.
Twelve purple witches
are dirtying up my kitchen.
Come now, virgin women,
even if I'll be in pain I won't scream.
And here you cannot make mistakes...
A jackal in the mist, a swearing vampire.
Twelve purple witches
are flying back into the closet.
Come now, virgin women,
to the celebration of your last day.