Lyrics: Michael Kunze
Music: Jim Steinman
Well alright, no stars tonight
The moon must hide,can't bear to see my face
So many moons have passed
So many Suns gone down
Too much blood under the bridge
Too many worlds turned upside down
The weed was golden and the fields were green
In the summer 1617, the first time I ever drew blood
She was such a beautiful and innocent child
She never knew my soul was cursed for good
I fought to overcome my thirst I thought I could
But when I kissed her lips, it came over me
The beast in me ran wild
As always, when I tried to get it on, I killed that which I yearned
I want to be a flame and turn to ashes,
but I have never burned
I want to fly up high and higher,
but I sink deep and deeper instead
I want to be an angel or the devil himself,
but I am nothing but a creature longing for the things I never can have
For the sake of satisfaction, I will suffer all torments
But our longings are delusive
The hunger never ends
When the world has drawn its final breath，
and extinguished all the light,
there'll be nothing left but a lifeless wasteland,
and an endless appetite
Nothing left but a soundless heartbeat,
and a ruthless appetite
The preacher's daughter let me in her room
With her own blood, I wrote a poem of love
upon her ivory skin
And the bashful page of Napoleon the great
When I recall his candour, I can't help thinking
To kill him was a sin
Each time I grasp for life, it slips away
My vigor is a sham
I want to grasp the world with all its mysteries
But I don't know who I am
I long to fly in total freedom,
and yet my chains keep dragging me down
but I am nothing but a creature full of lies and doubts
And must it drown whoever I love？
The split goes through my very soul
It's a wound that never mends
No escape and no redemption
The hunger never ends
There are those who believe in science,
and those who believe in art
There are those who believe in power and wealth,
or love and matters of the heart
There are those who believe in various gods
in nations,in knowledge,
in hell and in heaven，
in sins and in virtues,
I want to be a fallen or an absolute saint,
and the choice of wrong and right,
But I know there is no other God
but the ever inescapable,immoral,indestructible
and all consuming Appetite
A prediction that I will now make
I'm sure I will be right
When the next millennium finally comes,
the god most worshiped in this world
will be the God of Appetite