WeDrinkYourBlood
Powerwolf
Blood of the Saints
A communion of fangs and faith where the Eucharist runs crimson under a blood-red moon.
Our mother God, we hold the sword in holy times
We are the war, never see the light
The order call, we all will take more human wine
And we toast to the night
We fold our hands, we keep the Bible in our minds
Our father God, we are the hordes of Cain
And though you run we will take you and we find
Any type, any vein
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we call the sanguine saints
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we open your veins
Our father Lord, we are the demons of the wild
When all we pray, stand the fight as one
We tame the storm, we are the martyrs in the light
Take your soul when you run
We are the dark, we are the saints of blood at night
We hear the call when the moon shines red
We grab your body, in the morning all we are
Satisfied and you're dead
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we call the sanguine saints
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we open your veins
We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
Kyrie eleison
We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
Kyrie eleison
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood and we call the sanguine saints
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood and we open your veins
(We drink your blood)
Our mother God, we hold the sword in holy times
We are the war, never see the light
The order call, we all will take more human wine
And we toast to the night
We fold our hands, we keep the Bible in our minds
Our father God, we are the hordes of Cain
And though you run we will take you and we find
Any type, any vein
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we call the sanguine saints
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we open your veins
Our father Lord, we are the demons of the wild
When all we pray, stand the fight as one
We tame the storm, we are the martyrs in the light
Take your soul when you run
We are the dark, we are the saints of blood at night
We hear the call when the moon shines red
We grab your body, in the morning all we are
Satisfied and you're dead
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we call the sanguine saints
We drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood and we open your veins
We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
Kyrie eleison
We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
Kyrie eleison
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood and we call the sanguine saints
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood when the midnight sky is red
(We drink your blood) we drink your blood and we open your veins
(We drink your blood)
“A communion of fangs and faith where the Eucharist runs crimson under a blood-red moon.”
By the time Powerwolf entered Gate Studio in Wolfsburg, Germany in early 2011 to record their fourth studio album, the band had already carved out one of the most singular identities in modern power metal.
Mastermind brothers Matthew and Charles Greywolf — the guitarist and keyboardist, respectively — had spent years refining a vision that married the grandiosity of European ecclesiastical tradition with the primal fury of heavy metal.
With vocalist Attila Dorn's operatic baritone leading the charge, the Romanian-born frontman brought an authenticity to the band's gothic-religious aesthetic that no amount of stage makeup could replicate.
"We Drink Your Blood" emerged as the crown jewel of the Blood of the Saints sessions, a track that crystallized everything the band had been building toward — a song so ferociously catchy, so blasphemously joyful, that it would become their de facto anthem for the decade to come.
Musically, "We Drink Your Blood" is a masterclass in controlled maximalism.
Locked into D minor at a galloping 132 BPM, the track opens with Charles Greywolf's cathedral organ tones — not synthesized approximations, but richly layered keyboard patches designed to evoke the pipe organs of medieval European churches.
The rhythm section, anchored by drummer Roel van Helden, drives with a relentless double-bass pulse that sits somewhere between a cavalry charge and a heartbeat.
Matthew Greywolf's guitar tone is thick and crunchy, tuned to complement the organ rather than compete with it, creating a wall of sound that feels simultaneously sacred and profane.
Producer Jens Borgen, working alongside the band, gave the mix a cinematic width that allowed the choir-like vocal arrangements to soar above the metallic bedrock.
The energy rating of 0.92 is no exaggeration — this is a track engineered for fist-pumping catharsis — yet the valence of 0.34 reveals the darker emotional undertow lurking beneath the anthemic surface.
Lyrically, "We Drink Your Blood" operates in the liminal space that has always been Powerwolf's natural habitat: the borderland between devotion and damnation.
The song's narrators are simultaneously holy warriors and vampiric predators, invoking "our mother God" and "our father Lord" even as they declare themselves "the hordes of Cain" and "demons of the wild." The central conceit — the drinking of blood — is a deliberate collision of the Catholic Eucharist with vampire mythology, transforming the sacred act of communion into something feral and nocturnal.
The repeated invocation of "Kyrie eleison" ("Lord, have mercy") in the bridge is perhaps the song's most devastating stroke of irony: a genuine liturgical plea embedded within a hymn of bloodlust.
The lyrics trace an arc from ritualistic invocation through predatory pursuit to satiated aftermath — "in the morning all we are / satisfied and you're dead" — mapping the structure of a hunt onto the structure of a mass.
It is, in essence, a worship song for creatures who worship differently.
The reception of "We Drink Your Blood" and its parent album Blood of the Saints marked a turning point for Powerwolf's commercial trajectory.
The album debuted at number 13 on the German album charts — a significant leap from their previous efforts — and the song quickly became the centerpiece of their explosive live shows.
Critics in the European metal press hailed it as one of the finest power metal anthems of the 2010s, with Rock Hard magazine and Metal Hammer Germany giving the album enthusiastic reviews.
The track resonated particularly strongly in the festival circuit; performances at Wacken Open Air, Masters of Rock, and Summer Breeze became legendary for the sea of fans chanting the chorus in unison.
In a genre sometimes accused of taking itself too seriously, Powerwolf's willingness to embrace theatrical absurdity with genuine musical craft earned them a devoted following that transcended traditional power metal audiences.
More than a decade later, "We Drink Your Blood" endures as both a gateway drug and a defining statement.
For countless listeners, it was their first encounter with Powerwolf — shared through YouTube recommendations, Spotify algorithmic playlists, and the fervent word-of-mouth of metal communities online.
The song helped establish a template that the band would continue to refine through subsequent albums like Preachers of the Night and The Sacrament of Sin, but there remains something irreducible about this particular track's alchemy.
It captures a band at the exact moment of ignition, when years of honing an eccentric vision suddenly combusted into something universally compelling.
In the broader landscape of 21st-century heavy metal, "We Drink Your Blood" stands as proof that power metal could be both gloriously over-the-top and deadly serious about its craft — a communion wafer dipped in wolfsbane, offered with a knowing grin and an iron fist.
