when the moon hangs in the dark sky ,
she walks in the twillite of the night
searching the the by ways of straying souls
to feast is her only goal ,
off in the distance a young man strolls
as the lonely wind blows
he is returning from a night of bliss
for his true love give him a kiss
it was his first ,but his last,
for she awaits in the shadows ,till his pass
he walks by with a face on his face ,in his hand
her hanky of lace ,he says softly tomarrow my sweet
tonight i'll have to dream ,
then he heard a howling from hell
though it seemed, he begun to run
but she closed
and sank her teeth in his neck
in he lay there with one tear running
down his cheek ,as she drank his blood
he tryed to speak ,he fell off to sleep