We were victims none the less
Collected souls of circumstance
Gathered within darkness
Of dismal existence
Alone without a voice but with thoughts
We hear the sounds outside these walls
The eerie moaning haunts
When the evil beckoning, calls
An eternity spent with the wisps of death
Steam rises from the oozing blood
Screams in the night now ceased breath
Eternal kiss across swollen cusp
Quickening of fiery luminescence
Rage inside the vampire
A celebration of a new souls presence
We dance in the sun of the morningfire
