I.Inceptus Instrumental II.Vampirism A victim of a vile creature Spawned to devour the lives of men Chasing mammon But in him she will find no peace Her sole purpose, to amass Worship at the altar of vanity A prodigy of usury The lives of others Are but playthings in her eyes No sympathy for them or anyone She will suck them dry Her beauty is only a mask Hiding the vileness underneath She kills and moves on again Again You think that you will find happiness In riches, in glory Only to be left with nothing In the end Slowly the world will see As your facade crumbles away The pathetic being you are Caring not for anyone But yourself A pitiful existence You are a monster without emotion A parasitic entity With vain intent The sun's dim light shines through That hole in your chest Where a heart was supposed to be Wasted flesh