When blood is spilt, out will come the beasts.
Lions from the South and Vampires from the East.
On men and women will these fiends feast.
And standing beneath a full moon's sky.
The children of the world begin to cry.
Before them on the ground, their parents lie.
When none are left and all is done.
The children will change and these beasts they'll become.
To wait once more for the full of sun.
