Crimson River

The crimson flow,
your flaming veins,
your blood so ripe,
I wish it'd rain.

Rain from you,
The rain of wine,
Sweet, warm life,
Oh, how I would dine.

Crimson river,
Flows from you,
Drips onto my waiting fangs,
Hunger grips you too.

Dark Night

The moon is high,
The sky is bright,
The creepy men are out tonight.

They're mean at heart,
with fangs so sharp,
and claws that will tear you apart.

They're hobby is killing,
They are unwilling,
to have you stay alive.

They're thirsty for blood;
A crimson flood,
pours from you as you take your last dive.