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Obsessed with death, I roam,

Hunting the inferior being.

All men are slaughtered

Their women raped, prepared for the feast.

To savor

their flesh

To drink

their blood

The blood ritual

has begun

Echoes of chalices ring out,

Through the dark chambers of our castle,

Where only the toast, the pleasure, and death are heard

They are but food and delight

A vampiric pleasure unmatched

Sadomasochism, agony, and ecstasy

To heighten our lust

And cleanse the world of filth

To live is to slaughter the herd

Not merely for survival

But for pleasure

The pleasure of seizing what is ours,

What was cruelly stolen from us.

The pleasure of quenching the thirst,

our thirst

The pleasure of the forbidden

What we need to survive

Echoes of chalices ring out,

Through the dark chambers

Where only the toast, the pleasure, and death are heard!

remains of pain

the pleasure of the pure