when i leave his town, to go back to my own,
the thirst is now gone, but the walk home is long,
the first thing i do, i check we have all we need
for my next long sweet, divine, delicious feed
make sure we have enough blades, for my skillfull cut
i now feel the anticipation, rising high in my gut
i put my lips to your wound, and from there i can taste
the blood on my tongue, flowing deep in my veins!
ill keep on going, you have never said 'stop'
you let me drink my fill, say 'take the lot'
ohh the energy within your blood, as it gathers inside me,
i want more! i need more! to devour more is the key!