The moon comes out, which moves the tides,
Wolves go haunting, girls are warriors.
From the gloom, a shape comes out
with bone-coloured skin, which the mirror doesn't refflect.
Even if I know, that her moon-humour
Will leave my skin marked.
More dangerous than a Corte Ingles card.
"Vampiress, with strawberry mouth
and honey on the lips
You left me marked like deceased on a calendar
and now I'm in my suburb, the one who's seen the light
I live in a coffin condemned for your lips".
Morning falls, with dry throat
Water doesn't satiate me, and the sun light burns me.
I go on the street, but feel something strange
I see people passing through, like roasted chicken.
And finally, when I get home
Found, someone awaiting me
But she was hanging on the deathbed instead of waiting sitting.
"Vampiress, with strawberry mouth
and honey on the lips
You left me marked like deceased on a calendar
and now I'm in my suburb, the one who's seen the light
I live in a coffin condemned for your lips".
At night escapes flying,
Seeking blood to satiate her thirst.
And my self-love shivering is,
Sucks the first neck she sees.
I don't know what to do.
"Vampiress, with strawberry mouth
and honey on the lips
You left me marked like deceased on a calendar
and now I'm in my suburb, the one who's seen the light
I live in a coffin condemned for your lips".
"Vampiress, with strawberry mouth
and honey on the lips
You left me marked like deceased on a calendar
and now I'm in my suburb, the one who's seen the light
I live in a coffin condemned for your lips".