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The Lonely Ones
The night is dark
The air is cold --
We cannot feel it.
This is our time to be alive,
To feed and rape and brood.
We cannot breath, we cannot sleep;
The night is our only friend.
We are alone,
The Lonely Ones,
And everyone should fear us.
Wolves, Vamps, Witches, Tramps,
And many more unknown.
We'll take your blood, we'll steal your soul,
We hate your god, we'll kill you all.
It's easy to hate what you do not know --
Easier than trying to understand
Such hideousness, such evil, such death.
Yet, all we want --
All we need
Is something in which we have never believed.
We want love --
Not your pity, not your worship.
We want you to love us,
But you can't.
You never will, you never have!
For we are the Lonely ones,
A solitary breed we always will be,
Of whom you dream in your nightmaric sleep.