Penitent - At Feasts Full Of Warm Blood lyrics

Good and high. The sky darkened. The sweet blood coming on. Dark and deep. A grey anvil of clouds. Thoughts spinning away. Broken by a hollow whistling sound. The life on blood. I was back in the woods again. An awesome piece of work. Sparkling like frosted flakes. A delicate one. Sugar to my vampire eyes. Sparkling like a spider web. I stop on the path sprinkled with dew. Alive on blood a grey shadow drops. Like a stone. Rises with beating wings. Over a thin chattering sound. Flickering torches. A graveyard at dusk. The soft glow of a cavern. The lore of vampires. Other things are good in their ways... ...but give me blood. Darkness in latitudes falls swiftly. At feasts full of warm blood.