| Queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere
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| Drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where
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| A journey into depths of the long lost empire
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| The landscapes of Fhinstha, the world of the vampires
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| To a time where history has never been written
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| To a place only accessed by those of our kindred bitten
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| You all know the signs
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| You have all seen them before
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| In places most secret where evil is adored
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| I drank your Blood as you tasted mine
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| The finest aroma of long lay down wine
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| Your soul even darker than it’s ever been before
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| Long enough I’ve waited for the one I always adored…
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| I drank your Blood as you tasted mine
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| Your lips so sweet, like a shiver down my spine
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| Even colder than my journey through the sea of ice
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| A seductive breeze, a succubus in a human disguise
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| Your hair was blacker than the feathers of ravens just a moment ago
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| But now it’s turned to even brighter than December’s frosty snow
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| Your mouth is silent, but your hand points at the castle soon to be mine
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| You’ll stand proud in thy glory and all that shimmers inside will be thine
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| I drank your Blood as you passed the line
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| Your filthy claws like razors down my spine
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| Leaving wounds more nasty than lust’s red gash
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| Passionately inflicted in an intemperate, livid flash
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| Howling — the words of wolves, barking at the fullmoon light
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| Evil — The most beautiful things that ever ever been seen at night
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| Blood — Sharp teeth, tongues of lust, hunting for the innocent pray
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| Desire — hidden behind sweet scarlet lips…
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| …Eyes too sore to face the light of day
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| Queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere
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| Drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where
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| A journey into depths of the long lost empire
|
| The landscapes of Fhinstha, the world of the vampires
|
| To a time where history has never been written
|
| To a place only accessed by those of our kindred bitten
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| Your hair was blacker than the feathers of ravens just a moment ago
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| But now it’s turned to even brighter than December’s frosty snow
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| Your mouth is silent, but your hand points at the castle soon to be mine
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| You’ll stand proud in thy glory and all that shimmers inside will be thine |