• The creatures of the night
    The expressions you see
    The sound that you hear in the wind
    The feel of the ice cold claw slicing your neck
    The taste of the blood and the chocolate internwine
    The color of the last thing you see the color of the beast that hungers
    The beast can taste it
    The taste of death is the chocolate that you devour
    The chocolate will mix with your blood and never will it leave
    Till the clock stuckes midnight and the creatures begin to feast
    That sweet taste of chocolate mixed in your addicting blood