Hopscotching through the street light puddles
Looking for a fight,
I’ve got my crypt kickers on,
I’m ready for to night
I hope you’re spinning in your grave,
Awakened by your thirst
Cause I’m also out for blood tonight
And yours will be the first.
My joints are burning fevered fire
I ache with moisture surge
This effervescent dark desire
passion’s pains to purge
I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus
I promise you this
I’m gonna take you out
all steak no chips.
You, you won’t see the morning.
And you, you won’t see me mourning.
You, you won’t last the evening
And you, you won’t see me leaving.
You’re a creature of the night,
But I am one as well
And bats and fungus like the dark,
Not just the folk from hell.
We’re sick of your biting wit,
We hate the way you count.
I’ve eaten garlic bread and I
am sweating it out.
My joints are burning fevered fire
I ache with moisture surge
This effervescent dark desire
passion’s pains to purge
I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus
I promise you this
I’m gonna take you out
all steak no chips.
You, you won’t see the morning.
And you, you won’t see me mourning.
You, you won’t be feeding
No, you, you won’t see me bleeding,
Anachronistic as a tango in the discotheque
And how the tables turn; now I'm a pain in your neck.
Your prey is mostly out by day and you can't day-time stalk
You'd have to buy the world's supply of factor 50 block.
My joints are burning fevered fire
I ache with moisture surge
This effervescent dark desire
passion’s pains to purge
I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus
I promise you this
I’m gonna take you out
all stake no chips.
You, you won’t see the morning.
And you, you won’t see me mourning.
You, don’t heed this warning
And you, it’s you i'm scorning.
And when the sun creeps back
And you are dust upon the dawn
I’m throwing back a coffee,
Getting my sunglasses on.
‘Cause in the day time others
Of your species group to feed
Off our precious psychic energy
I won’t let you suck. Cede!
My joints are burning fevered fire
I ache with every moisture surge
Effervescent dark desire
Passion’s pain to purge
I’m the Huntress Di de Crepitus
I promise you this:
I’m gonna take you out
all stake no chips.
You, you won’t see the morning.
And you, you won’t see me mourning.
You, you won’t last this evening
And you, you won’t see me leaving.
