Lord Vampyr - A Sad Litany Of Vampires

She sleeps on a bed of roses and thorns Her pale face, candid like the snow The taste of the blood Is a sweet memory The forest wraps to you In its icy embrace The girl walks in the forest Tightens the hands on the breast Sad litany Every night she crossed the village Every door is sluice It is the cursed one Saves your family, saves your sons, Other blood will be scattered!! It was one sweet child She loved the sun and the flowers A night it came and sank its teeth in the hers warm meat Her heart has become black like the dark She becomes a wild animal She wants the blood. the blood