Temptation Calls - Deathrite

The smell of your blood a thirst I can’t deny

The call of the unholy moon’s rising high

Her milk white neck temptation calls me

Our shadows dancing down by the cemetery

She sacrificed her beauty, sweet taste of blasphemy

An urge you can’t deny, come set my demons free

Set it free, come on and set my demons free

Bloodlust swallows my soul down by the cemetery

Fading shadows the embodiment of flawless death

Her eyes reflect a dying moon of the apocalypse

Her milk white neck temptation calls me

Wicked and luscious, the sweet taste of blasphemy

Set it free, come on and set my demons free

Wicked and luscious, the sweet taste of blasphemy