My previous deeds are considered vile

My wicked self triumph, the weaker one will perish

The smell of blood gives me the ultimate high

This realization only makes me yearn for more

Lost this high, I once had and greatly crave
I have to claim the right to feed my deepest urge
To silence my weak self, that no more slumbers


Fighting within my self
to keep each other down

have to make it stop

Need blood

Crave blood
Sweet blood
Fresh blood

Silence the voices, bring my relief
Need blood
Crave blood

Sweet blood
Fresh blood
Force back the feeble that dwells in my head


Sinful are my thoughts of blood,
gushing through open wounds

Tremble by the thought of blood,
flowing like rivers wide


Without it I am just a shadow of myself
Transparent, meaningless, powerless
With it I will rise and rule over you all

This is it, the need for blood, is in control

Need blood

Crave blood
Sweet blood
Fresh blood

Silence the voices, bring my relief
Need blood
Crave blood

Sweet blood
Fresh blood
Force back the feeble that dwells in my head