Four hundred years ago

Of something she was born

She looks all of nine

And in the violence her dress was torn

Little girl, what's your name?

She'll whisper to you pain

That's pain with an "i" not a "y"

And now you'll see

Chorus:

We're bloodjunkies

Bloodjunkies

We never wanted to be

Last pain that you'll ever feel (x2)

And as the story goes

The tragedy unfolds

The legacy of hate

In the body of a ten year old

Melancholy

Undead eternally

In the blink of an eye

She'll tear your throat away

Chorus

We never wanted to be 

Bloodjunkies (x3)