My wicked self triumph, the weaker one will perish The smell of blood gives me the ultimate high
This realization only makes me yearn for more Lost this high, I once had and greatly crave I have to claim the right to feed my deepest urge To silence my weak self, that no more slumbers
Fighting within my self to keep each other down have to make it stop
Need blood Crave blood Sweet blood Fresh blood Silence the voices, bring my relief Need blood Crave blood Sweet blood Fresh blood Force back the feeble that dwells in my head
Sinful are my thoughts of blood, gushing through open wounds Tremble by the thought of blood, flowing like rivers wide
Without it I am just a shadow of myself Transparent, meaningless, powerless With it I will rise and rule over you all This is it, the need for blood, is in control
Need blood Crave blood Sweet blood Fresh blood Silence the voices, bring my relief Need blood Crave blood Sweet blood Fresh blood Force back the feeble that dwells in my head