In the light, we sleep,
Night is just to bleed you,
The crimson blood of life,
The life draining from you,
We watch and wait for you,
Stalking you like prey,
You may be able to sense us,
But you won’t live to say,
Keep your crosses to yourself,
They cause us no pain,
We laugh as you try to win,
And bleed you just the same,
It’s more fun when you struggle,
To save your feeble little lives,
As we sink our teeth in,
Piercing you like knives,
The blood flows into our mouths,
And we love the sweetness,
You taste like the life we crave,
As you fall prey to our irresistibility.
