Paroles de Bloodjunkies

Four hundred years ago Of something she was born She looks all of nine And in the violence her dress was torn Little girl, what's your name? She'll whisper to you pain That's pain with an "i" not a "y" And now you'll see We're bloodjunkies Bloodjunkies We never wanted to be Last pain that you'll ever feel (x2) And as the story goes The tragedy unfolds The legacy of hate In the body of a ten year old Melancholy Undead eternally In the blink of an eye She'll tear your throat away We're bloodjunkies Bloodjunkies We never wanted to be Last pain that you'll ever feel (x2) We never wanted to be Bloodjunkies (x3)