They came looking for blood.

[…] whatever was created, needs To be sustaind and fed; of Elements The grosser feeds the purer, earth the sea, Earth and the Sea feed Air, the Air those Fires Ethereal, and as lowest first the Moon; Whence in her visage round those spots, unpurg’d Vapours not yet into her substance turnd.

To the maid of his choice, / With a heart palpitating, / Comes Alexis the brave.

There is a big supermarket on our street. Audio (US) (file)