Of milky white, the moon had shone,
A flesh to leave my mark upon.
An upmost fleeting of your grace,
Impaled a vampirific race.
To steal you, satisfy the crave...
I long to know how good you taste.
Lead us not into temptation,
Deliver from the evil one,
Of all the haunting, howled within,
"Forgive me, God, for I have sinned."