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- Theatre of Vampires

 

Don't tremble my little one
I see tears in your petrified eyes
Your worthless body shall give us live

This is the theatre of vampires

Give me your hand I'll dry your tears
And I'll prepare you for the black trip
The blackest trip of your whole life

And you won't fell any pain

With the last kiss sacrificed on her neck
Before the sun begin caressing the earth
Without hope and without fear
She will be gone into the blackest abyss

Sweet blood fills your vains
Don't tremble you won't feel pain
Secret breath on your neck
Don't tremble death doesn't care

Virgin thighs sweet blood fills veis
Innocent heart death doesn't care
Who will be next who will see her face
Trust me child death doesn't care

Sweet blood secret breath
Here is my hand take me there.

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