Do you know me
I think you do
I rise each night

From my tomb
My bone-dry lips
Long for you

I feed on humans
Freshly brewed


My mortuary
Is a gruesome sight
As I play with you

In the dead of night
I'm never caught
And I'm never seen

As I crease the sky
With the blackest wings


The crack of dawn
Sends a chill through me
I know that I must end my feast

Into the dust I must go
Until the next moonbeam glows