Poezja

Do you like sorrow
Do you like pain
Do you need someone who fells the same
Desire for blood is in your veins
Don't pretend it's not that way

Your blood look eyes
Snow white skin
Come with me, and we will win
There are no one but us and prey
We will drain them, as they say

The dawn is near
The snow is red
We are gone
But we'll come again.