Looking in you eyes gives me enchantment beyond surprise. I see them burning fire, and a girl who's love i desire. HOlding on to my heart you have the power to break it apart. To leave it loney bleeding in a state of utter needing. you have do let me begin to fall never deserting me at all. the power of your arms is the quiet of the night and the rage of the storms.
But first on earth as vampyre sent:
Thy corse shall from his tomb be rent:
Then ghastly huant thy native place,
And suck the blood from all thy race;
There from thy mother, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet, which preforce,
Must feed thy livid, living corse,
Thy victims ere thy yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire;
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the steam.
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