Midnight Darkwave - Thirst of Blood Consumes my Soul

Beneath the cloak of night, I roam,
In search of prey to call my own.
A creature of darkness, I crave the thrill,
For in the crimson flow, I find my fill.

The thirst of blood consumes my soul,
In moonlit shadows, I lose control.
With every beat, my hunger ignites,
For the taste of life in the dead of night.

Through whispered sighs and silent screams,
I haunt the realm of mortals' dreams.
Their pulse, a symphony, I long to taste,
As I wander the night with unholy haste.

The thirst of blood consumes my soul,
In moonlit shadows, I lose control.
With every beat, my hunger ignites,
For the taste of life in the dead of night.

In the darkness, I am bound,
To this eternal hunger that knows no sound.
With each drop, I am revived,
In the dance of death, I am alive.