Bloodlust
A lonely old car on a lonely old road
Two traveling brothers without any home
A woman's head severed with an object not blunt
And cattle mutilations make for a good hunt
A corpse that has fangs and a new hunter friend
A vampire left headless, they celebrate their win
But something's not right, as the younger soon finds
It seems that ol' Gordon is quite out of his mind
A kidnapping occurs, the vamps' innocence seen
But on believing monsters, Gordon's none too keen
So the hunter takes off, and soon heads will roll
Till the brothers jump in and prove Lenore's got a soul
Now Gordy is beaten, and tied in a chair
Left alone for a while in the vampires' lair
And the brothers set out, with some space now between
The consequences of this hunt too soon to be seen