The Hunting Vampire's Pool
Tonight I'm as the hunter of the Greek Bitches
My chiseled eyes over the movements
Hoping that I get a vestal virgin in the Grand Central Station
And down with her to my hunting ground.
I want to deflower her with my teeth like a bald eagle's talons
I will suck her blood you might like to see it
Tearing these virginal nipples and opening leggy bridges
And tearing at last this white or black neck
And because I'm curious and hungry about the tears of pearls
Listening the hardened river behind the red hairs and I will call it a name:
I am the Vampire of the Metropolis but I am the Faust's Forbidden Queen
The bloody bastard I'm hoping it's going to work out that way.
And after the long night of loving and expressing my passion
Of course like a hymen I tossed it by telling her I do not need you anymore
I will move quietly underworld I belong to and in motion
I will wait more for the notable Moonlight of Death.