Sanguinarian Context
Vampiria Lyrics

Watch! The skeleton dance!
Observing the macabre spectacle of a skeleton's twisted movements.

With blood in the walls, why you look me like that?
Questioning why someone is staring with fear and unease in a room painted in blood.

Are you trembling your hands?
Asking if the person is shaking with fear.

Are you, part of art bloody flesh on their hands a flesh on the floor the assassin deserve!
Expressing the belief that being covered in the blood of the murdered is a sign of artistic expression and that the killer deserves their reward.

Sanguinarian context!
Repeating the title, emphasizing the theme of blood in the lyrics.

Who?
Asking who is involved in the context of blood and violence.

Convulsion of the heart the eyes are tunring black the taste of blood so deep and dark the work of knife!
Describing the physical and emotional sensations that come with the act of killing with a knife.

The mirror in the wall contempling the scene like a paint in the wall mystery of death!
Reflecting on the gruesome sight of death and how it adds mystery to the surroundings.

You can kill them...
Suggesting the ability to kill those who are caught up in the blood and murder.

The skin will be a curtain in the windows of the house and thousand virgins women are cutting themselves!
Imagining a house draped in human skin and many virgins cutting themselves as part of some violent ritual.

Maybe their blood are painting the walls words have different meanings this is a kind of art!
Considering the possibility that the blood of the virgins splashed on the walls could be viewed as a form of artistic expression.

Feel! My pain it's so pure
Inviting someone to connect with the pureness of the pain felt.

My heart like a stone with the devil inside when the tempest is draw Oh! The black hornaments representing the death in a multiple forms like a corpse in the dark!
Comparing the hardened heart to a stone with the devil within and acknowledging one's attraction to symbols of death such as black ornaments.

Mutilated corpses are burning in a fire the light of fire in torches around in the house!
Describing burning mutilated corpses while showing how the firelight illuminates the surrounding space.

The mighty silent spirits are gathering tonight over the lake and valley the moon start to shine!
Imagining spirits coming together over a lake and valley at night and how the moon's light intensifies the scene.

A woman with a crown of iron are buried alive!
Describing how a woman is entombed with a crown of iron as an act of violence.

Near the forgotten lake and the wolves start to cry!
Locating the entombment near a forgotten lake and highlighting the howling of wolves as they sense the presence of death.

Between the life or death we have nothing to say... We contempling art of a twisted artist mind!
Admitting that in the face of life and death, words are useless and that one is simply observing the art of a twisted mind.

The moon, on you... in the river of the deads... Dead, in this intentional pain!
Invoking the image of a moon shining on someone floating in a river of the dead while being dead in intentional pain.

You... The moon in a river... scpe and run, scape and wait I can see their arms...
Addressing an unknown person observing the moon in the river and urging them to escape as undead arms reach out for them.

Can I speak, reflecting pain... then, see my eyes...
Asking permission to share one's own pain and direct someone's gaze to the distress in their eyes.

The moon on you in a river of the deads in an intentional pain of you I'm floating in the deads with you the moon on you in my river.
Reiterating the isolation of floating in a river of the dead with the moon serving as a witness to someone else's intentional pain.