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Liquid of life of great value |
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Highly curative, bringer of strength |
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Heals my wounds and keeps me alive |
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Divine elixir but addictive |
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Pale red blood |
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Unlike a vampire, i hate warm blood |
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Im not a sucker, im not a leech |
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I dig fresh blood on a cold chalice |
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Slowly tasting its subtle flavour |
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Pale red blood |
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It purifies my soul |
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And makes me feel strong |
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I believe i am above |
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Of the average human |
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I dont need to kill |
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Not even soil my hands |
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I find it vulgar and crude |
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Others will do it for me |
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Addicted to blood i am, with no remorse |
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You can call me a modern vampire, i dont care |
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But i am not a stupid bat or a count |
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I just want to satisfy my bloody thirst |
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[Guitar solo: Cabra] |
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Unlike a vampire , i hate warm blood |
|
Im not a sucker, im not a leech |
|
I dig fresh blood on a cold chalice |
|
Slowly tasting its subtle flavour |
|
Pale red blood |
|
It purifies my soul |
|
And makes me feel strong |
|
I believe i am above |
|
Of the average human |
|
I dont need to kill |
|
Not even soil my hands |
|
I find it vulgar and crude |
|
Others will do it for me |
