When the stars triumph,
the darkness awakens
I climb out of the crypt
and go on the hunt for prey
There is a certain youth
A pale beauty of [great] figure
I lure him with my eyes
And take him with me into the grave
Come into my arms
Please hold me tight
Because in this position
Biting becomes better
I need your body
And his young blood
I lust for beautiful bodies
Young and unused
The more I get,
the more beautiful my skin becomes
I wet my teeth,
sharp like knife tips
And seek a new victim
To take with me into the grave
Come into my arms
Please hold me tight
Because in this position
Biting becomes better
I need your body
And his young blood
Come into my arms
Please hold me tight
Because in this position
Biting becomes better
I need your body
And his young blood
La la la...
I need your body
and his young blood Rrrrrr oh oh oh oh…