• A georgeous being,
    Glistening in the sun.
    He sends me dreaming.
    No, I don't want to run.

    Your eyes are crimson,
    Body cold as stone.
    When you kiss me, Listen.
    You just might hear me moan.

    If you feel too weak,
    I'm very certain...
    I can let you drink.

    Close the dark curtian,
    So no one can see...
    That MY Blood is the key