As I walk under the burning sun, I can feel the scorpions under my bare feet.
The snakes in my mind are trying to chooke me from within my sore head.
I want to breath,
I want to breath the chill night air.
I want to break through this steel shell of darkness surounding me.
When the accident happend, my bright soul became a black hole,
sucking my sanity in and houlding it firmly.
Im not strong enough to escape and face the twisting pain, which will never
leave me for a single second.
I won't ever again be able to stand in the night, amazed by the beauty of the
silve moon, or, during the day, feel the gentle heat from the sun.
In the catacoms deep below, amoungst rats and bats
I sit with the bones of my ancestors, feeling their ghosts
surrounding me, commanding me.
Their voices penetrates my fragile sanity, makeing me a
bloodthirsty predetor.
I hunt in the black night seaching for the pale neck
of young careless maids, targeting the thrubing of red, hot
blood, running fast through their venes.
I feed of them till thy are empty, moving along for my next pray,
who I can help from the pain of being a mortal, but only the lucky
few, do I give the present of immortality, in darkness and pain.
You as I brought unwillingly to this nether world, forced to obey the grand master Nosferatu, he who rule the undead. He is the master I'm nothing more but the mortals fear and his slave. I see happy people dancing in the night, loathing their existence, for I was once as them but am no more. Now I'm the beast and thy are my prey who I will drain for blood to satisfy my never ending thirst. The more I drink the more I want. I can never break free from this curse put on me by a vampire and now I will pass it on to you.
I tremble in fear every time the fullmoon rises.
It deprides me of my entier soul, only leaving
the primal beast, which I can not controle, it
has an overwhelming power.
I feel it as a nightmare where I can do
nothing to help those who fall victim of my
beasts hunger after flesh and blood.
The barrel at my temple�
The force of the bullit.
The heat of the muscle flame,
my brain across the wall.