Nocuranl of the Breed
In Our days of Darkness you call night we feed,
the Undead, demons ...... of Satan's Breed
You glimpse our world with the illusion you need
of safety from undying hunger.
We hear your soul calling with a song to sing of
the sweet orgasmic pleasure you will bring.
Will lust we watch you from the shadows. Your
frailty to be kissed, ........marked.
In an instant you're caught with nails in your
thigh. Clothes ripped from flesh.
We hear your your last sigh. We love you to death,
so please dont dread. This night will be yourlast
Quenching our thirst and filling our need.
We take your life .. watch you bleed. Tasting
your crimson on our tongues and lips. Like fine
wine taking long, deep sips.
Your soul ebbs away through your veins. In dark
hearts forever to rein. A Soul bequiled by evil.
We loved you to death.
MORTALS BEWARE!
Satan is always on the hunt for lost souls
