I. Inceptus
Instrumental
II. Vampirism
A victim of a vile creature
Spawned to devour the lives of men
Chasing mammon
But in him she will find no peace
Her sole purpose, to amass
Worship at the altar of vanity
A prodigy of usury
The lives of others
Are but playthings in her eyes
No sympathy for them or anyone
She will suck them dry
Her beauty is only a mask
Hiding the vileness underneath
She kills and moves on again
Again
You think that you will find happiness
In riches, in glory
Only to be left with nothing
In the end
Slowly the world will see
As your facade crumbles away
The pathetic being you are
Caring not for anyone
But yourself
A pitiful existence
You are a monster without emotion
A parasitic entity
With vain intent
The sun's dim light shines through
That hole in your chest
Where a heart was supposed to be
Wasted flesh
Instrumental
II. Vampirism
A victim of a vile creature
Spawned to devour the lives of men
Chasing mammon
But in him she will find no peace
Her sole purpose, to amass
Worship at the altar of vanity
A prodigy of usury
The lives of others
Are but playthings in her eyes
No sympathy for them or anyone
She will suck them dry
Her beauty is only a mask
Hiding the vileness underneath
She kills and moves on again
Again
You think that you will find happiness
In riches, in glory
Only to be left with nothing
In the end
Slowly the world will see
As your facade crumbles away
The pathetic being you are
Caring not for anyone
But yourself
A pitiful existence
You are a monster without emotion
A parasitic entity
With vain intent
The sun's dim light shines through
That hole in your chest
Where a heart was supposed to be
Wasted flesh