| Vanity conspired |
| To stop the hands of time |
| From eager throats that gush out life |
| There flows a scarlet tide |
| Crimson baths anoint your skin |
| And smooth your wrinkled scowl |
| Captured in your tangled web |
| Vampiress on the prowl |
| Blood lust |
| Cleansed by dripping flesh |
| Blood lust |
| Quench your thirst for purity |
| Your cup filled to the brim |
| You grant yourself impunity |
| And remission from your sins |
| A stream of pale cadavers |
| Leaves you empty and devoid |
| Yet your nights are filled with laughter |
| In the chamber of the dead and destroyed |
| From within your castle walls |
| The wails of savagery |
| The siren of dark death calls |
| To bring serenity |
| Judgment falls upon your soul |
| For the hunted and their pain |
| Your sentence now will take its toll |
| Hungered and insane |
| In solitude you’re locked away |
| You’ll drink yourself to death |
| You’ll feed upon your open veins |
| Engorge until your last breath |