Feel this slow [bad word] #39; venom
Too warm for the death
Pale as a graveyard fog
Too cold for this life

My needle seeks dark vein
Pierces into vital flesh
Blood thirst is stronger than all
I need your lethal gore

I inject with their black venous blood
To sense the tide of decease
I suck their lives with every drop
Negative accumulates inside

Victims in beastly embraces of agony
Lose the last gleams of light
Bleeding souls scream useless curses
Devastation till fatal end

My reason just torn to scraps
It will be the [bad word] total decline
Annihilation of all hateful human
I inject with dead black blood

I inject with [bad word] black blood