To walk amongst the dead
Plauged by an undeniable thirst for blood
Stained by an immortal suffering given to you
Acceptance from your kind
Is only a temporal solution to your misery
Transcending time haunts your very existence visions
Of events are forever imbedded in your mind
For you are never allowed to sleep eternally
Countless prey have satisfied your hunger
Intoxicated with the essence of life
Blood tastes so sweet
The lives of many course through your veins
To live off the lives of others seems morbid
But to you they are only a source of food
Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard
Draining every once of liquid
A lifeless corpse falls to the ground
As you stand before the waste you create
A path walked time and time again
Has darkened the emotionless heart
To deny the pleasures of feelings
To feel one would certainly starve to death
But how ironic since death does not become you
As you sit amongst the bones of judgement contemplating your role
You are never ending drawn out
To oversee the mistrials
And demise of others
A prisoner of your own prison
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?
To walk amongst the dead
Plauged by an undeniable thirst for blood
Stained by an immortal suffering given to you
Acceptance from your kind
Is only a temporal solution to your misery
Transcending time haunts your very existence visions
Of events are forever imbedded in your mind
For you are never allowed to sleep eternally
Countless prey have satisfied your hunger
Intoxicated with the essence of life
Blood tastes so sweet
The lives of many course through your veins
To live off the lives of others seems morbid
But to you they are only a source of food
Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard
Draining every once of liquid
A lifeless corpse falls to the ground
As you stand before the waste you create
A path walked time and time again
Has darkened the emotionless heart
To deny the pleasures of feelings
To feel one would certainly starve to death
But how ironic since death does not become you
As you sit amongst the bones of judgement contemplating your role
You are never ending drawn out
To oversee the mistrials
And demise of others
A prisoner of your own prison
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?
To walk amongst the dead
Plauged by an undeniable thirst for blood
Stained by an immortal suffering given to you
Acceptance from your kind
Is only a temporal solution to your misery
Transcending time haunts your very existence visions
Of events are forever imbedded in your mind
For you are never allowed to sleep eternally
Countless prey have satisfied your hunger
Intoxicated with the essence of life
Blood tastes so sweet
The lives of many course through your veins
To live off the lives of others seems morbid
But to you they are only a source of food
Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard
Draining every once of liquid
A lifeless corpse falls to the ground
As you stand before the waste you create
A path walked time and time again
Has darkened the emotionless heart
To deny the pleasures of feelings
To feel one would certainly starve to death
But how ironic since death does not become you
As you sit amongst the bones of judgement contemplating your role
You are never ending drawn out
To oversee the mistrials
And demise of others
A prisoner of your own prison
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?
Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?