Are you hungry?

Are you sick?

Are you begging for a break?

Are you sweet?

Are you fresh?

Are you strung up by the wrists?

(Fois-gras style)

We want the young blood.

Are you fracturing?

Are you torn at the seams?

Would you do anything?

Flea-bitten? Motheaten?

We suck young blood.

Won't let the creeping ivy

Won't let the nervous bury me

Our veins are thin

Our rivers poisoned

We want the sweet meats.

We want the young blood.

We suck young blood.

We want the young blood.