we are shadows
alive and dead
the taste of blood
still stains our lips
and smell the sweet scent of death
carryed on the wind
we hear the livings plee
for the freedom of mortaliy
so we drink from the flesh
and take the life
and still we drink
till thier harm is our harmth
till thier blood is our blood
till our heart beats once more
with thier life
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