Liquid of life of great value
Highly curative, bringer of strength
Heals my wounds and keeps me alive
Divine elixir but addictive

Pale red blood

Unlike a vampire, I hate warm blood
I'm not a sucker, i'm not a leech
I dig fresh blood on a cold chalice
Slowly tasting its subtle flavour

Pale red blood

It purifies my soul
And makes me feel strong
I believe I am above
Of the average human
I don't need to kill
Not even soil my hands
I find it vulgar and crude
Others will do it for me

Addicted to blood I am, with no remorse
You can call me a modern vampire, I don't care
But I am not a stupid bat or a count
I just want to satisfy my bloody thirst

Unlike a vampire, I hate warm blood
I'm not a sucker, i'm not a leech
I dig fresh blood on a cold chalice
Slowly tasting its subtle flavour

Pale red blood

It purifies my soul
And makes me feel strong
I believe I am above
Of the average human
I don't need to kill
Not even soil my hands
I find it vulgar and crude
Others will do it for me