Another lonely sunset morning,
velvet skies make way for light.
But for the creatures of the bloodlust
lie praying for the night.

A single soul will greet him,
this spirit lost forever, only he shall see.
But for the creatures of the bloodlust
the day they can never see.

Heavy dewfall in the forest,
a flock of screaming birds.
No dewfall in the city,
where your humans run in herds.

The creatures of the wolfsbane,
lie, resting mongst the towers.
With sensual unfeeling,
they sleep amongst your flowers.

Under light of only full moon
the bloodlust thirst is quenched.
Your startled human cattle,
limbs from their sockets wrenched.

The fangs of any wild thing
cannot compare with thine.
So many throats youve torn now,
can you not care for mine ?

So lost in midnights blackness,
in deaths chains now Im bound.
All that I hope is to run with you,
oh, the ecstasy Ive found.