"Vampire on the Prowl"
Obsessed by the grave
Born in the shadows of death
Blessed with a vampires rage
A touch of Azrael's breath
Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards
Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs
Haunting in the dark, these places for many years
Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon
Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate
Opening the lid and catch the smell of death
Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest
Wanting to maim the corpse, with a steel dagger
Obsessed by the grave
Born in the shadows of death
Blessed with a vampires rage
A touch of Azrael's breath
Cut the strip of flesh, from the pale corpse
In the bloody morgue, before it's being buried
Feeding on the dead, flesh, blood and ashes
Consuming the deceased, necrophagious feast
Preying on humans misanthropic urge
Homicidal maniac, on a random killing spree
Assault them in the house, shoot them in the head
Crush their skulls, Wanting to see them bled
Welcome to the temple of death
Worship the skeletal shrine
With bones of the dead decorated
To death and evil with total dedication
Sigils of Darkness inscribe the bodies
Confirm allegiance to the Dark
Make a pact and ritualize
Evoked the demons in sinister rites
Torture animals to express the malice
Though man is a more worthy prey
Show contempt for the weak kind
Hatred is, the only way
No regret of the mayhem spread
The murderous snake is uncoiled
Misanthropic thoughts rule the mind
A heir to the ancient bloodline
Power and submission make up the world
Ghoulishness, to celebrate
Torture, bloodlust, without-end
Crave the stench of decay
Obtained blessings from the other side
Done the deeds of which many dreamt
Having seen the belly of the beast
But now the vampire roams again
Obsessed by the grave
Born in the shadows of death
Blessed with a vampires rage
A touch of Azrael's breath
Roaming through the night, in the gothic grave yards
Digging up the coffins and opening the tombs
Haunting in the dark, these places for many years
Craving morbid thrills, to be satisfied soon
Looking for a corpse, to maim and desecrate
Opening the lid and catch the smell of death
Necrosadistic lust, is about to manifest
Wanting to maim the corpse, with a steel dagger
© By Brian Dooley November 8, 2004
