This Drought invades us
Have the Gods punished us?
Irrigation is impossible
Soon our reserves will be empty
The sun is our ally
Sees itself now becoming an enemy
Z ©phyr more and more dense
Turns into a wind of vengeance
From our distant, isolated region
No help can be provided
Our vital reserves are exhausted
And our hopes disintegrated
Retroactive of a fear of death
Our inhabitants panic ©obviously
Among us seems to be forming a horde
Who for drinking could even make blood spurt...
A hungry scoundrel let himself be carried away
During the night he contemplated his beloved
In his eyes more useful as food
In his sleep his torture will begin...
Solo: Yuri / Kevin
He finally gathered a thread group of murderers
Showed them that there was only one solution to drink
Unanimous, they armed themselves and went to ransack
The rest of the clan which perishes devoured by these hungry Cannibals-Vampires