[Diary entry:
Had an early lunch with the Countess. The lady of the house insists on my staying in the mansion until I recover. Have been watching her for a while - the suppleness and velvet smoothness of her body is starting... I don't know what to think. For a mature woman her body seems unnaturally young. Unfortunately, the entire area is still enveloped in dense mist. It sometimes seems like it was getting thicker - it seems denser than the night I arrived. The Countess's words are sometimes really disquieting... She keeps saying that the fog is a trick of her lover, mythical Solphernus, and then she would leave the drawing room with a skittish smile. I feel some sort of a strange tension and my Reason seems to fail me. I hope to continue my journey soon. Now I am writing in the library. There are a lot books around...]

All numb, you look around
Your soul does not struggle anymore
Everything makes you suffer
Dark clouds gathering over you again
Unstained with the sign of the cross
You can't dispel these thoughts lashing you with the fire of contempt

I will be in your dreams till the very end
Your blood's so precious to me
You will leave the chronicle of your anguish
Looking forward to the final night of doom
I'm taking your hand in this deathly silence
Your journey brings you closer to the secrets of death

The moon enters the cave of the dead
Snakes tense in their sleep
You debase yourself begging for the last spell

The grave will hide your deathly pallor and abomination

[Diary entry:
Last night I saw something that made me want to leave this accursed place immediately. In one of the rooms, in the dim light, my eye was caught by something that resembled a human being. At first I could not believe my eyes. I thought it was some trick of the moonlight, some weird effect of shadow, but I kept looking, and it could be no delusion - it was a woman. I could not even determine her age, but it does not matter now. This woman... she looked ghastly pallid and thin, as if something was draining her life. She seemed unable to move, lying in some sort of a vat recessed into the floor. She mumbling something, staring at me with her big hungry eyes, but I could not understand a word. She was clutching a handkerchief with the letter 'S' embroidered in gold. Suddenly I could hear footsteps approaching. I rushed back to my bed chamber. When I woke up in the morning, I thought that maybe I had been dreaming? In this terrifying house reality merges with delusions... I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me. I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of. Why haven't I left yet? I think my curiosity gained the upper hand again.]

All numb, you look around
Your soul does not struggle anymore
Everything makes you suffer
Dark clouds gathering over you again
Unstained with the sign of the cross
You can't dispel these thoughts lashing you with the fire of contempt

I will be in your dreams till the very end
Your blood's so precious to me
You will leave the chronicle of your anguish
Looking forward to the final night of doom
I'm taking your hand in this deathly silence
Your journey brings you closer to the secrets of death

The moon enters the cave of the dead
Snakes tense in their sleep
You debase yourself begging for the last spell

The grave will hide your deathly pallor and abomination