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Only Aim

Aroma I feel is thy blood Sucking thou until it made a flood My teeth rooting into thy hypodermis Fearlessness, braveness is what thou will miss Because I escaped from Transylvania To see thou, being in an utopia I will be in the witching hours soon When the wolves are howling to the moon Thou have already got thy omen Hide or thy house will fill with men To recite all about your obituary I will escape again at least to a sanctuary Now thou may know me from my name I am there with a high fame A person with bleeding clothes who cannot be tame Maybe thou wish to be the same Yes, I am so vigorous than a salvo flame Won't fall with your childish blame Sharpened my teeth from where I came Your veins and blood is my only aim Ghost will just visit and go Beldams will scare you not much more But me as a vampire is a bedevil Drinking your blood till my heart fill

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