The taste of it coarse's in
Running through his veins
Power getting strong and intense
With each victim he claims
Only silent cries and moans are heard
In the stillness of the night
His victims are seduced
Into an eroticised delight
The beautiful corpses that lay
He awakens with the taste of life
Their eyes flutter open lazily
For this Casanova a wife
Lady of the night, queen of death
Stalks her prey with the intention
Of building an army of killers
Using seduction, force and deception
Her need for an army is simple
An end to her suffering and pain
One man took her life, forever dead
Never to be alive again
Her army must murder a beast
Take his life and hers, no longer jealous
Of humans and the life shell never have
She must destroy Angelus
Tonight, let all the life drain
See the blood flow from the dead
Into a cloud forever to rest in peace
Her life taken in one moment of
Sweet Red