As dusk turns to night, and shadows grow dark, the thirst and the lust will return.
The urge once more, to scream with the wind, seeking to prey on the pure.
Give into temptation, never knowing control...
Consumed by desire, in the absence of light, the endless need to defile.

To run with the darkness forever...

Embracing the cover of the night sky.
Deathly cover of dark, where the living are blind.
An eternal thirst is the thorn in my side.
Been granted a path beyond that of life.

Despised by the day, a nightmare made flesh, a spawn of the passion and pain.
Possessed by the urge, A slave of desire, bound by shackles of death.
Seduced and addicted, they submit to the lure.
I've been there before, and they always surrender, as I did so long ago....