I have seen things, memories lost in a moments breath Infinite sorrow blows beneath the glowing moon
Which dim the stars that guide our eyes through the wailing womb This pale figure cursed by life, the piercing rays of light like fire Searing pale flesh in cursed anger we wait our revenge Only the dead of night cloaks this misery
To walk lonesome grieving halls of ancient ruins As the dawn shines through cracked walls of covered vines
And stained colored windows of abandoned churches We wait in the gloom of shadows to rise again to feast upon human morsels The earth is our dying garden and the oceans our eternal, our immortal tears
The mystic moon grants us flowing power in our veins in our twilight eyes As we walk amongst unworthy creatures
Waiting for their pulsing blood, their pure opaque flesh longing for our touch This world blooms for us we bless it with our presence These pathetic rats scurry into their sewers from us The night is our glorious kingdom piled of bones and ashes in grey fog We spread over the living like plague infecting and infesting the weak human race
We are the vampire, we are the werewolf, We are what they fear in the night of screams Time to die!