Times of compassion have been swept by times clock; winding down none can hear a tick or tock –- at hand are the screams, the shock! Standing dressed I come without delay; obscure will be all that I was on the eve of May. My nakedness you mistook for sex; suffer now my darkness and its grueling effects! Running will serve you no moderation; at my side comes damnation –- with no salvation. Standing dressed is the monster at your side; monster in whom not any can confide.
Standing dressed my wish I shall command.
Standing dressed my fangs you won’t withstand.
Come; come my child -- become a creature of the night. Lusting, lusting is my hunger for your blood -– thirsting with great might. Enslave thyself to me; let eternity blissfully kill and be.
Cold tombs shall embrace thee as you rest; suckling I shall feed forever on thy breast. Coursing through my veins is the blood I ingest; all will thou place before me –- your warmth and life I shall digest!
Standing naked I warned of the shadows which were to be; ignorant you stood taking no heed to my decree. Now, suffer thou in my wretched grip; suffer as your soul I tear and strip. Neck my tongue shall lick as blood I see –- drip! The slash of thy skin shall bring vast glee; grand shall be the depth and pain of my degree.
No more shall thou see the ocean’s blue; skies are gray in the land where the wind once blew. Land of the undead is where I roam, the place you shall from this day forward call – home sweet home.
A Vampyre amoung vampires am I; cold sinister creature in need of no breath or sigh. Tried I did to deprive this pain from your heart; seems destiny set in stone for you to take part. Love once shared is torn apart by the anguish that I must now impart.
Time has run out for you mistress of the night.
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