NOSFARATU Blood, blood, you run so crooked Down to catch the velvet Of my evening dress. Velvet blue sea of bloody mess. And blood red blood, you warmed my empty hands. Hands so broken Even as my hero escort held me, Nearly whispering in my ear All the words my heart could hope to hear. Dancing in the sea of happy people Cheeks touch and blood runs, Nearly caressing Nearly whispering All my heart could hope to hear. No my dear, you were not near But gladly thanked him for his service. Didn’t you feel a bit ridiculous Undressing a blood soaked princess, Lapping me up like some precious pearl? Oh I’ve done my time with Blood burnt in candles and labored late night meals Blood spent in nimble fingers hand ripping basil. The pasta might as well have charred Your selfish mouth all black and bloody Then maybe there would be some paying For all I’ve spent on you. You often speak so well of canyonsI am a fjord! So deep that blue becomes the night Silver heart and metal mind My blood the streams of the alpine. Du kan ikke elske en kvinne Som blod du ikke elsker. An iceberg left in your swimming pool I’ve left and only cold consumes? Well my friend you froze me well No blood left to warm No words left to tell, I could not stay where ice age lay The world has come my way To heal this empty shell.