The Night Is My Serpantine
All lairs are asleep
The night's my serpantine
When the sun goes down
They let out a breath
Stirring in my blood
Begging for a kill
There's a wolf in my veins
Howling to get out
Roaring of the wild
Taste of deamons wine
Down between her thighs
Road to sweet escape
Cloud of angel dust
Above my head
I've got seconds to spare
By the heaven's gate
All lairs are asleep
The night's my serpantine
When the sun goes down
They let out a breath
Stirring in my blood
Begging for a kill
There's a wolf in my veins
Howling to get out.
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