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Drip… drip… red on the floor

I don’t need a key, kick straight through the door

Fangs in the flesh, yeah, I’m hungry for more

Sip from the chalice, let it pour, let it pour

Nightfall creeps, and the dead wake up

Moonlight shine, make the blade taste rust

Cloaked in the fog, yeah, the reaper my plug

All black fit, got a cup full of blood

A cup of blood, yeah, I sip real slow

Eyes roll back when the death winds blow

Hollow my soul, let the shadows take hold

I don’t feel nothin’, I was dead long ago

Silver don’t work, gotta cut off the head

Crows on the wire, they be watchin’ the dead

Guts on the pavement, paint the town red

Feast in the crypt while the weak ones bled

A cup of blood! A cup of blood!

By fang and fire, by oath and flood

A cup of blood! A cup of blood!

The midnight rites, the bond in mud