B*Witched

We haunt in the night
with fangs sharp as knifes
nocturnal eyes, shimmering bright
as we steal away your lives
Slashin' - bashin' - your soul we'll rip
trashin' - dashin' - your throat we'll slit
Bloodlust
bloodthirst
As midnight strikes
and the moon is on the rise
we hunt for blood, that´s what we like
we'll grin as the mortal man dies