Idioma Origen:
I can see it in your mystery eyes
I can feel it on your breath tonight
The yearning for time, the yearning for eternal life
Oh... oh... oh... sucking your blood, oh... oh... oh
Let me look you deep in the eyes
Let me look... into your mind
Let me take you to a room full of life
Let me, let me, let me suck your wine
Oh...oh...oh...sucking your blood
Oh...oh...oh...sucking you, sucking your blood
A Chandelier is our source of light
I'm breathing in the golder air tonight
Time... is right, it's your innocent skin I like
Oh... oh... oh... sucking your blood, oh... oh... oh
Your neck is so delicately white, inviting my mouth for the bite
My teeth... your vein, like wine from a chalice I drink
Oh...oh...oh...sucking your blood
Oh...oh...oh...sucking you, sucking your blood
Your warm juices colour my throat
What unheavenly joy, turning yours into mine
Me... part of you, oh you are the wine
Sucking your blood before the night is torn
How could this ever, ever be a sin
If you would pull the stake from my heart
If you would let me draw another card
Maybe the Morning Star will blind our eyes
Maybe the Morning Star will bless another night
Maybe the Morning Star will blind our eyes
Maybe the Morning Star will bless another night
Me... part of you, you are the wine
Idioma Destino:
I can see it in your mystery eyes
I can feel it on your breath tonight
The yearning for time, the yearning for eternal life
Oh... oh... oh... sucking your blood, oh... oh... oh
Let me look you deep in the eyes
Let me look... into your mind
Let me take you to a room full of life
Let me, let me, let me suck your wine
Oh...oh...oh...sucking your blood
Oh...oh...oh...sucking you, sucking your blood
A Chandelier is our source of light
I'm breathing in the golder air tonight
Time... is right, it's your innocent skin I like
Oh... oh... oh... sucking your blood, oh... oh... oh
Your neck is so delicately white, inviting my mouth for the bite
My teeth... your vein, like wine from a chalice I drink
Oh...oh...oh...sucking your blood
Oh...oh...oh...sucking you, sucking your blood
Your warm juices colour my throat
What unheavenly joy, turning yours into mine
Me... part of you, oh you are the wine
Sucking your blood before the night is torn
How could this ever, ever be a sin
If you would pull the stake from my heart
If you would let me draw another card
Maybe the Morning Star will blind our eyes
Maybe the Morning Star will bless another night
Maybe the Morning Star will blind our eyes
Maybe the Morning Star will bless another night
Me... part of you, you are the wine