| It's dark, it is cold | |
| So lay low 'cause there's blood on the floor | |
| At the door lay your bones | |
| And you feel all the blood in your clothes | |
| You can hear me, you come kneeling | |
| With the fear they invoke to control it | |
| So you're burning with the feeling | |
| Let the blood rush your head as they're calling, they're calling | |
| So unwind and dip into the rage you conceal | |
| And embrace your despair that you feel | |
| But you can't so you're burning over, over, over | |
| Yeah | |
| Come with us and feel the bloodlust | |
| Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust | |
| Come with us and feel the bloodlust | |
| Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust | |
| You're back in the flesh | |
| And you seem to have thirst for the crime | |
| Shivers down your spine | |
| Don't look lost; you can't see, must be blind | |
| 'Cause these voices keep on calling | |
| But not changed now - I'm not listening and fading but falling | |
| So unwind and dip into the rage you conceal | |
| And embrace your despair that you feel | |
| But you can't so you're burning over, over, over | |
| Yeah | |
| Come with us and feel the bloodlust | |
| Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust | |
| Come with us and feel the bloodlust | |
| Within just one touch, you'll feel the bloodlust |