Bloodlust
BRANDON M. ABATE, JOHN MCLIMANS JR.
Taken back one-thousand years before
When the clocks have all run down
Through the sands of time
Blur the ages
Feed your fears
On shattered waves
Walk through the 100th pyre
Taste the blood,
Autumn fire,
Subtle touch of her . . .
BLOODLUST
Feeding on her venom
Bathing In her womb
Last night on Earth
You gravitate towards destruction
Feel yourself break apart
Feel her hand on your heart
No escape from your desire
No escape from her . . . .
BLOODLUST