The Call of Death
Shadows in the night
Give way to dark delight
What a welcome sight
On this night of fright
In the night we’re spawned
Tho our faces you’ll never look upon
We’ll lure you to our side
There’s nowhere to hide
Give us what we wish
Your blood so delish
To nourish us; soul and mind
And to it all you’ll be blind
The truth you may seek
but it’s glamour you’ll find
During the sun we’ll sleep
But, during the night we’ll eat
To our hearts content
Till you’re all but spent
I hear your little cries
But your blood is so divine
As I drink from your neck
I think I’ll make you my pet
The thought of your blood
It Makes me so wet
I want you to cum for me my pet
Cry out in passions and unrest
Scream for release as we reach the crest
This is the call of death.
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