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Die Holzpuppe

Lass uns fliegen

Eternal Blood


Big city noise is fading down
Darkness spreads all over town

Rainy roads, reflecting neon light
under a star of desire so bright

My eyes are changing to green somehow
By night they can see much clearer now

Looking for prey upright and high
Another victim is going to die

Young pretty, you're mine
on your vein I'm going to dine

Take my hand, take a taste of eternal love!
Be mine forever - without sun above...


Francis Craig 2005