Blood Rush

BLOOD RUSH version II of the forest, a flowing woman howls of wind, she hears of the night, a flowing woman moon of night, she peers of the quiet, she visits often a love she cannot trace of her heart, she cannot soften a hunger without erase of her past, there is recalled a girl cold and lost of the night, there standing tall a vampire in the frost of the snow, that lays in white a silent whimper sings of the footprints, in the night a fear the full moon brings of the man, she’ll never love a sorrow without end of the curse, she’s never free of a rush of blood amends “Blood rush” version I of the forest, a flowing woman sounds of wind, she hears of the night, a flowing woman moon of night, she peers of the quiet she visits often a love she cannot trace of her heart she cannot soften a hunger without erase of her past there is recalled a crying girl lost of the night there standing tall a vampire in the frost of the snow that lays in white a silent whimper sings of the footprints in the night a fear the moon brings of the man she cannot ever love a thrill without regret of the curse she won't be free of a rush of blood wet