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Real Love

The sun is departing, from the sky,
as the moon, starts to raise up high,
Darkness begins, closing in,
Out of our Biers, we rise from within,
We raise up quick, as does our need,
lest we perish, we live to feed,

Bound Eternally, my companion and I,
In the dark, our victims die,
We walk through time, hand and hand,
Travelling and feeding, from land to land,
I can’t explain, how I feel,
but I can tell, when love is real...