深红色的高贵

是沉伏夜色的黑

华丽梦的装饰

有种肆虐的深邃

旧铜色的门扉

打不开幽闭的窗帷

樱桃色的高脚杯

摔成震撼的清脆

银制的十字架钉住了泪的雨水

完美的祈祷词封住了潮湿的嘴

深沉的管风琴让旋律全都免费

疯狂的心跳声粘住了呼吸

在做倒计时的回归

狠狠的醒来明白一切都是倒退

迷途的羔羊承认需要撒旦安慰

荒凉的旷野上矗立的无名墓碑

让夜色对鲜血痴迷的追随

是命运被吻的摧毁

如果是你要求的唯美 布谷鸟将会很高兴的奉陪 猜这谜语亵渎的颓废 不后悔

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Jet black hair, pale white skin, gleaming white fangs

Sharpened to points, dripping with red, red blood

Above him on the ceiling several bats hang

Who suddenly take flight in a black flood

Of wings; piercing squeaks from a thousand bats

Leaving a cave full of empty coffins

The vampire watches their hunt for gnats

The hard expression on his face softens

Of mirrors in which there’s no reflection

As he sees them flying into the night

He joins them, but the night is done too soon

And he must wait till tomorrow’s twilight

To fly once again under the new moon

‘Fore he sleeps, he looks at his collection