Dearg-due (Blood Drinker)

She waits there Pale and still She is pale until her prey passes by Beautiful and seductive, Baobhan sith, lurking in the cemetary Seeking her cold kiss of death Dearg-due, she bites deep with her kiss Slowly the life is drained She is strong From the mountain wilds, her world opens to ours To drink the ecstasies of death Immortal Shadow upon black wings, the world become gray between the living and the death Drink the deep with phantom grasps to old until carries off Behold, Dearg-due, who loves darkness and warm streams of crimson life