Four hundred years agoOf something she was bornShe looks all of nineAnd in the violence her dress was tornLittle girl, what’s your name?She’ll whisper to you painThat’s pain with an « i » not a « y »And now you’ll seeChorus:We’re bloodjunkiesBloodjunkiesWe never wanted to beLast pain that you’ll ever feel (x2)And as the story goesThe tragedy unfoldsThe legacy of hateIn the body of a ten year oldMelancholyUndead eternallyIn the blink of an eyeShe’ll tear your throat awayChorusWe never wanted to be