Willothewisp blooming in wrath

The night spread it's spell
Summoning the flames of nocturnal delights
Shaperning our desires, cruel by nature
Leading us to the source of our immortal journey

Tasting the essence of life, in a voluptuous embrance
Drinking the blood of a life that no exists, once again

Surrounded, spellbound by the wind's chant
We float through the mist gently
Hidden in the shadows of human incredibility
Spreading our dismal poetry, in the shape of a deadly whisper

Tasting the essence of life, in a voluptuous embrance
Drinking the blood of a life that no exists, once again

Still with blood on my lips
And red shine in my eyes

Hypnotic red eyes roaming through ages
Keeping bright the flame of Malkavian pride
Living beyond the grace of God
As wanderers of the darkness

Hearing the wolves last chants
Towards the willothewisp blooming in wrath
"I shall rise from my death
With the power of darkness
Spilling tears of blood
And making of blood, all my life"

The blood is the life ...

Crossing the flaming path
Gazing into the moon's gleam
Honouring our blood bonds
Which shall eternally guide us