Succulent biting and sucking to our desire
Forever mark the Vampire Empire.
Come have a taste of our vicious kisses
Then drink, awake to the pulsing blood where bliss is.
Undead, un-reflected, seeking a neck to bite,
We shun the sun and hark the dark night.
Dont cross us or pointed words from our lips
Will stab your gloat and throat ending in dripping sips.
Garlic or our lick? Will sticky blood be your pick?
Drains by Romanian fangs are quick.
Sharpen your smile and, while midnight dancing with us,
Chase lushly the blush of Eternal Spring.