They came to me so silently
Upon my throat the creatures feast
One somber my night, my life they drained
All the blood from my veins
My skin's so pale as winter snow
Eyes cursed with a telling glow
I must enshroud myself in night
In sunlight, I will die
I drink blood
To quench my lust
I drink blood
To quench my lust
These puncture wounds upon my throat
Are a clear sign so you know
There is no trace left inside
Of my mortal life
With razor fangs of purest white
We take the shape of bats in flight
Far across the snow-swept fjords
And forests, we soar
I drink blood
To quench my lust
I drink blood
To quench my lust