Life-Death 3 - Resurrection
Waking from millenia inside this dark tomb.
Like a child, cold and blind, escaping the womb.
The hunger overtakes me, my bloodlust unbound,
and leaving my dark sepulcher, I rise above the ground.
Things have changed, landmarks long gone, yet
still I know my way.
To quench my thirst on mortal flesh before
the coming day.
And in these years their lot has grown, so many
lives to take.
So few will understand the cause of death
left in my wake.
Search for my kind, if any remain.
Get reacquainted with the masters of pain.
Learn the tricks to survive in this age
and become once again just a word on the page.
For I have returned, the vampire lord,
and I will bring together my nightwing horde.
Show humanity that our time has come
and at last our legions will take from
these bastards that have hunted our breed,
slaughtered my children for their onholy deeds.
After all survival is an instinct that's ingrained,
in every race that walks the earth, no matter what the pain.
Think twice, my friend, before you take that lone eveing walk.
Only after you are one of us will you know you were stalked.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
Like a child, cold and blind, escaping the womb.
The hunger overtakes me, my bloodlust unbound,
and leaving my dark sepulcher, I rise above the ground.
Things have changed, landmarks long gone, yet
still I know my way.
To quench my thirst on mortal flesh before
the coming day.
And in these years their lot has grown, so many
lives to take.
So few will understand the cause of death
left in my wake.
Search for my kind, if any remain.
Get reacquainted with the masters of pain.
Learn the tricks to survive in this age
and become once again just a word on the page.
For I have returned, the vampire lord,
and I will bring together my nightwing horde.
Show humanity that our time has come
and at last our legions will take from
these bastards that have hunted our breed,
slaughtered my children for their onholy deeds.
After all survival is an instinct that's ingrained,
in every race that walks the earth, no matter what the pain.
Think twice, my friend, before you take that lone eveing walk.
Only after you are one of us will you know you were stalked.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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