The moon, it shines, upon the scene
The mist, it whispers, death.
Though the mortal lies on pavement cold,
She'll take another breath.

And bloody as they wake and stand,
The immortals who saved her cry,
For the pendant worn about her neck
This night, someone must die.

The eternal turns and smiles now,
Tears shown in pale moonlight
And to her partner, she whispers, "Love,
This may be our last fight.

"Our strength is quickly draining,
But they're drawing closer still,
Your human girl may die tonight,
The monster plans to kill."