BLOOD THIRST
Her beauty lures them to her lair
Her marble eyes her flowing hair
She holds their life in her hand
They await for her command
They long to have her in their arms
Captured by her tricks her charms
Her goblet filled with their sin
The hearts and souls of many men
When her thirst for blood is done
Before the rising of the sun
She shall sleep her thirst fulfilled
But for her lovers their fate is sealed
They dwell eternally with their bride
In flames of hell by her side
Angellynn
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