Besedila: Soundtrack Artists. In Paris The Thirst.

Lestat:
How can this be?
This devil leaves
And God abandons me
I?m left here looking
At these flames
But who could set me free?
The vessel that I used to be
Is tainted now and ripped apart
Bathed in madness by the fiend
Who?s robbed me of my human heart
To contemplate
This crimson hell
Is more than I can stand
Did I sin so
To see my fate
Offered up by hell?s own hand?
My skin that once was golden brown
Is cold and white as winter snow
These evil points that pierce my gums
These lacquered nails that seem to glow

But wait, did I invite this fate,
This invitation from the damned?
This introduction to the dark
Was never in my mortal plan
And if indeed this cruel joke
Was somehow in my destiny
Should I embrace its wicked ways
And haunt the night for what I need?

To die in such a way
And simply to be born again
A thing of terrifying strength
A bringer of bewitching pain
And blood become the drug I need
Will blood fulfill the thirst in me?
The thirst that sends them to their graves
The thirst for that which I will crave

My life is gone
But I live on

Dead, but still alive
Lost to those
Who loved me once
A demon now inside
For here I am a thing of darkness
Thrown from this ungodly swoon
Immortal from a savage kiss
Kept from my eventual doom

But I did not invite this fate
This invitation from the damned
This introduction to the dark
Was never in my mortal plan
And if indeed this cruel joke
Was somehow in my destiny
Then I?ll embrace its wicked ways
And haunt the night for what I need

To die in such a way
And simply to be born again
A thing of terrifying strength
A bringer of bewitching pain
And blood become the drug I need
Let blood fulfill the thirst in me
The thirst that sends them to their graves
The thirst for that which I now crave

This thirst
This thirst is strong
It overpowers
All right and wrong
The thirst
I feel it coming on
The thirst
I feel it coming on
The thirst
I feel it coming on!