The Bloodlust of Vladimir

My lust for you is as my lust for blood;
Strong and heavy, never ceasing or quenched
So as I push you down into the mud
I wish you to understand why from your bed you were wrenched.

I love you, I do, with every part of my being
Your blood is as tasteful as any cup of wine.
This is the reason why from you I wring-
All of your blood; It must, quite simply, be mine!

I am of the Order of the Dragon, the Blood of Kings,
You should be honored to have been loved by me!
For of me the demons and the angels sing;
"He who is all-powerful, the ruler of the free!'

So stop with your squirming and take me alas,
For you are my thrall, my beloved little lass,
And when you are dead, we shall throw a wonderful Mass,
Reign in your blood we shall! And forever it shall last!