WHEN I WAS TWENTY-FIVE THIS BITCH SHE STOLE MY LIFE
SHE SUCKED MY BLOOD ALL DAY AND STRAIGHT ON THRU THA NIGHT
THA DEAD THEY HAVE THIS CURSE BUT SHE WAS SO DIVINE
SHE SAID HELLO HOW BOUT A BITE AND NOW IM PARALYZED
I THOUGHT IT WAS A DREAM, MAYBE IM JUST HIGH, ON MY NECK I FEEL FANGS SO I LOOK INTO HER EYES
HER SOUL HAS BEEN UNTOLD, I DIG INTO HER THIGHS
BY GAWD SHES BEAUTIFUL AND THATS THA DAY I DIED
KNOW THAT SHEEP ARE BRED FOR FEEDING
THA UNDEAD DRINK WITH LITTLE CARE
DEAD GIRLS DANCING ON THA CEILING
MORTALS DYING IN DESPAIR
SEDUCTION! BLOODLUST! EROTIC IMPULSES! PULSELESS YET VERILE! NECRO-COMPULSIVE! SOULESS! POSSESSED! POST-EXISTENCE! FEED ON MY FLESH! ABSORB! THA SICKNESS!
KNOW THAT SHEEP ARE BRED FOR FEEDING
THA UNDEAD DRINK WITH LITTLE CARE
DEAD GIRLS DANCING ON THA CEILING
MORTALS DYING IN DESPAIR
RIPPING. TEARING. VIOLENT FEEDING. TANGLED KNOTS OF RIPPED OUT HAIR. PALE BREASTS. VERY DECEIVING. VIOLENT LOVE IS IN THA AIR...
DEAD GIRLS DONT DANCE... THEY BITE!!!
IMMORTAL ROMANCE.
