James Barbour - Fresh Blood

Sa nul atengeti V am dat un ordin
Nati vrut sal teniti
I told you this man belongs to me
Ah the children of the night
Those who hide
themselves from light
Can you not hear there secret music
I am their master the boyar
I summon them from near and far
To make intoxicating music
But it's time now to leave them
I must follow my plan
I shall have to bereave them
I need pastures new
what I'm needing is
Fresh blood to revive me
fresh blood in my veins
No one will survive me
in those dark Soho lanes
When I breathe your English air
I'll be a stranger everywhere
No one will recognize my features
I'll go out hunting all night long
Just one more pale face in the throng
Turning them all into my creatures
Here the people all fear me
Their defenses are strong
They refuse to come near me
I need pastures new
what I'm needing is
Fresh blood on my pillow
don't call it a sin
A mere peccadillo two
punctures in the skin
You and your mina will live forever
You'll do my bidding you
will taste the terror in the streets
Blood's a meager sacrifice
A most reasonable price
For all the riches I am giving
We are the children of the night
And we must hide
ourselves from light
But we must feast upon the living
We can take our slow pleasures
We won't run out of time
Inexhaustible treasures
London's full of them
I can sense it
Fresh blood to restore me
wild nights by the Thames
Fresh blood waiting for me
and countless requiems
Fresh blood running through me
I'll bleed London dry
Fresh blood will renew me
and I shall never die