Penitent - At Feasts Full Of Warm Blood Lyrics

Good and high.

The sky darkened.

The sweet blood coming on.

Dark and deep.

A grey anvil of clouds.

Thoughts spinning away.

Broken by a hollow whistling sound.



The life on blood.

I was back in the woods again.

An awesome piece of work.

Sparkling like frosted flakes.

A delicate one.

Sugar to my vampire eyes.

Sparkling like a spider web.

I stop on the path sprinkled with dew.



Alive on blood a grey shadow drops.

Like a stone. Rises with beating wings.

Over a thin chattering sound.

Flickering torches.

A graveyard at dusk.



The soft glow of a cavern.

The lore of vampires.

Other things are good in their ways...

...but give me blood.

Darkness in latitudes falls swiftly.

At feasts full of warm blood.