1. Vampire

From the recording Vampire


Hunters of the night
They linger
The blood runs cold
In each vein
Each grasping finger
Another soul
Hunger perpetual
And so alluring
Angels of the darkness it's time to take to wing
I feel your pulses thumping
Tickling my tongue
You hear my wings now thumping
I see you run
Sunlight it scars my soul
The moonlight feeds
Am I damned to this life
The blood it breathes
The deepest sleep
From which I wake
There's something deep
My body shakes
Where is the love
The sun it burns my skin
What is this ache
Where have I been?

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