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On winter nights

Dark souls take flight

Hunting for the flesh that will give them life

Hunting to survive

On blood they thrive

Lapping it up no need for a cup

The veins will suffice

Their blackest hearts

Which beat no more

Searching for the souls that are meek and pure

Can you taste it now

I can see our prey

A rapid descent we came

And we went a perfect moonlit day

A sacrifice

To give us life

We bathe in blood while mortals die

A moonlit flight

We feast tonight

The hunt is on

Our prey is in sight