The Call of Death

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The Call of Death

Shadows in the night

Give way to dark delight

What a welcome sight

On this night of fright

 

In the night we’re spawned

Tho our faces you’ll never look upon

We’ll lure you to our side

There’s nowhere to hide

Give us what we wish

Your blood so delish

 

To nourish us; soul and mind

And to it all you’ll be blind

The truth you may seek

 but it’s glamour you’ll find

 

During the sun we’ll sleep

But, during the night we’ll eat

To our hearts content

Till you’re all but spent

 

I hear your little cries

But your blood is so divine

As I drink from your neck

I think I’ll make you my pet

 

The thought of your blood

 It Makes me so wet

I want you to cum for me my pet

Cry out in passions and unrest

Scream for release as we reach the crest

 

This is the call of death.

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