The Hunger Pt.2

The darkness cloaks me like a lover with a glorious chill
The children of the night howls to me to join in on the kill
But I sit and watch as the night's fog moves about the tombstones
I'm amongst friends for Death is my home

To them this is nothing, but to me there is love everywhere
My hunger is increased it is as though there is gingerbread in the air
I smell it, I taste it, the dead hungers just like me
I feel hands reaching with mouths open, we all agree that we are hungry

But I wait, the hour is not yet
The moon hasn't reached it's sexual peak yet
Yet it still stares me right in my eyes
Feeding my hate, it's icy love knows what I despise

Caressing me in ways that have nothing to do with my heart
Although it's pumping fast, Death realizes that I have no heart
The time is getting nearer, the moon is reaching for it's peak
The children are quieting for the hunt, only blood and death may speak

I rose from among the tombstones along with the fog
Soaring up in to the night's sky, in search of my very own star
Energy waves are reaching out, the promise of a meal from many directions
The thought of ripping a body into sections is giving me an erection

Hard as a rock I descend in on to their spot
Loud music, lots of women, and lots of drinks poured in to shots
The hunger is gnawing, like a buffet there is food everywhere
Haha remember that I have children to feed and there is food everywhere