Two Pints of Virgin's Blood and a Packet of Crisps Lyrics

Out on the moors under cover of night.
I’ve travelled through dark and avoided daylight.
An old weathered tavern, I have finally arrived.
A vampiric horde is residing inside.

Under the moonlight.
An evening filled with deadly delights.
Under the moonlight.
Aeons old curse, I can no longer hide.
Under the moonlight.
I’ve travelled for miles to find more of my kind.
Under the moonlight.
Shrouded figures turn and stare from the bar, As I walk towards them the crowd starts to part.
The barman arrives, I look in his eyes: “Two pints of virgin’s blood and a packet of crisps”

Fill up my cup, fill it with blood. Fill up my cup and fill it with blood.

The red hits my lips as I take my first sip.
Without hesitation I continue to drink.
Pint after pint I repeatedly sink.
Feeling elated – Scratch that bloodthirsty itch.
Euphoric state – this is my fate
To dwell in shadows with reprobates.
We bare the gift to never die.
Forever we shall rule the blackened skies.
I’ve found my place, acquired the taste.
I shall now feast upon the human race.
Flesh is pale, and soul is black.
Fangs out on show and primed to attack the throat…

Majestic, it flows.
Oozing from the holes.
Teeth piercing the skin, taste beauty within.
Puncturing the vein.
This sick crimson spray, It Covers my face – Not one drop shall waste.
Not one drop shall waste.
Not one drop shall waste