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Crimson hunger arising

Spirit not encircled in flesh

Gathered in the night cloaked in darkness

To go forth where the sleeping lie

Gathering shadows

Astral tendrils grow, black and darksome

Within the center of my shadow

Burning fire, crimson desire

I hunger for life, I hunger for immortality

To feast eternally on the blood of spirit

The very essence of life itself

No bourndaries on the spirit plane

We can rip through them

Our tendrils of darkness reaching into the body

Tearing into the aura

Draining slowly

Ecstasy and power

Hunger for life renown

Arise in the form of draconis

Arise in the form of the wolf

The bat shall carry us on wings of night

Burning center, the beast hungers within

Must go forth to feed

Tendrils rising, desire for drinking from the spirit of my prey

Gathering shadows

To go forth where the sleeping lie

Tearing into the aura