With Eyes Stained In Blood

He smiled with eyes stained in blood, there was intrigue without a word; The stranger pounded my head, soft walls left with a grisly splatter; There was intrigue without a word, so stunning his silent melody; Soft walls left with a grisly splatter, a haunting vision of timeless art; So stunning his silent melody, vibrations run right through me; A haunting vision of timeless art dances on the curve of his lips; Vibrations run right through me; Affluent history of being a vampire dances on the curve of his lips; Fangs hang onto the moonlight; Affluent history of being a vampire, the stranger pounded my head; Fangs hang onto the moonlight, he smiled with eyes stained in blood.