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 boundaries on the spirit plane We can rip through them Our tendrils of darkness reaching in to 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
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