Red as the rose, yet black as the night,

Throbbing with life that will extinguish the light,

Crimson drops fall with lust to his lips,

With sensuous hunger, greedily he licks,

Slowly the sweet nectar slides down his throat,

Moaning in ecstacy, his head seems to float,

He turns to me, his lips bright with blood,

With a passionate kiss, my senses he floods,

Slowly I'm weakened, my heart will be his,

Under the influence of the blood kiss.