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Sweet, sweet blood

Whom be thee?
You have followed me so long.
Will you release me?
When my soul weakens.

My sins will not be forgiven.
And I will have no regretts.
Why did you leave me?
I have lost the ability to feel.

For ages my kind suffered.
Children of the night.
The curse of sweet blood.
When teeths sinks through pale skin.

I remember how you held me.
The aching cold in my heart.
Then warmth were lost.
Eternal darkness filled my soul.

I see, It is you.
Is it time? I thank you.
Now that I know your purpose.
Then come, be my savior.

Finally I can rest.
Let me be at peace.
I have enjoyed this conversation.
This dialog whit death.




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Publicerad 2006-01-11 07:16



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