All I need's a little smell,
And I become a soulless shell,
The smell entices all my bones,
I see its many crimson tones.
A little drop of brightest red,
And sorry but you're good as dead,
It's just too much to taunt and tease,
All I need is to appease...
Until I'm sated I will fall,
Filling up and hear the call,
The blood's too strong for me to stop,
All it takes is one little drop.
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Six trees all in a row. And as the wind begins to blow. They start to sway. And the leaves fall away. Crashing to the ground. The pirates treasure was never found. At the bottom of the ocean.
She rose from the ashes. With a thirst for blood. Left to die on the battlefield. In decay and mud. Once a rainbow. Now steely grey. She has the strength and courage. To seek out her prey.
This beating in my chest is to punish you. Solid, like cold silver. Your hands push my hair aside, I am a mystery to you.
What goes on in this darkened house Built beyond the graveyard gates. Evil, torture and lost souls A playground for where they all go. A house beyond the fear and yells.
Midnight, on all hallow's eve,. Her realm and time to wake,. Blackest eyes of charcoal jet,. Your soul is her's to take,. Her hair is all but spider silk,. Her skin, translucent, pale,.
She told him she wasn't real,. In the sense she was unable to feel,. She was the devil, a soulless soul keeper,. A heartless life reaper,. But he did not run, not yell,.
Something wicked this way comes, Emancipation imminent, the Devil whispering deceitful vice Uttering blasphemy, hot as ice Can you hear him. Does he Talk to you in the night.
The grim reaper's using me as a puppet, I'm an unwilling merchant of death, I really don't mean to kill you, Didn't mean to steal your last breath.
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