~To this Usurper I paid my life and day,
Now cried the Wolf and the Night did play.
Wrought from darkness an orphan born,
No life to live and yet be warned.~
A crimson play began its steps,
Like a waltz to all my cries.
And hellish tones began their frets,
Played by strings that died.
Then at once a silence breaks,
That shatters every vein.
A pain that gives and then it takes
What's left of all that's sane.
Abandoned by this poison shadow
I soon regained some mime.
Left with eyes that drew me hollow,
If strangers painted time.
I stood and looked around me
To see nothing but true lies.
My blood grew very cold,
But kept warm by stinging flies.
These fangs had rushed before me
Fueled as if by temper,
Did I thirst for something easy?
No... it was hunger.
A hunger raged and soon I combed the land!
To prey on lovely maidens whose hearts were dipped in sand!
Dreams did weave and the hatred I did love!
But all was to be reckoned when the morning came to shove!
The blood of ages flowed so sweet,
With its dining culprit the Usurper
Through all my lust they were just meat,
Nothing more then simple supper.
Each night the guilt and sin will take its toll
They are all that's real and keep me whole.
When the day dies down this I'll be signing:
Better to be dead then always dying.
