A whole race of disaster\Jonathan Oren - it is about dracula and the second verse is about him actually winning
Taste of blood
pure warm blood
human stench
an incubus associated with evil arts
Smell of blood
veins pump with fear
soon to be a specter
a fraudulent decepting phantasm
is trying to change reality
alas reality wont be changed
and I shalt feed on your pure taste
they
the babies of the night
are crying for a taste
my children my imps
only time will bring you your lust
my thirsty little army
Taste of blood
sweet warm blood
veins that pump with terror
will only calm my passion faster
demolition of a race
growing them just for the taste
biological manipuation
grown in farms for satisfaction
the human race
almost extinct
by the abomination
that will ruin their nation
the supremacy of man
is over at last
a grim race
will have a taste
of their mistakes
- treated as steaks
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