Do you know me I think you do I rise each night From my tomb My bonedry lips Long for you I feed on humans Freshly brewed My mortuary Is a gruesome sight As I play with you In the dead of night Im never caught And Im never seen As I crease the sky With the blackest wings The crack of dawn Sends a chill through me I know that I must end my feast Into the dust I must go Until the next moonbeam glows
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