• in the darkened age of lore
    we once stood proud before
    the age of shadows and demon kin
    the age of murder death and sin
    once before we were allowed
    once before we were proud

    we walked about the streets of old
    the shaded paths fridged and cold
    our brethren was together with pride
    my brethren we stood against the tide
    once before we did not long
    for once before we did belong

    our clans grew and multiplied
    our numbers grew and we did bide
    we waited in the shadows of time
    but slowly we dwindle past our prime
    we Methuselah cry our tears of blood
    from our sorrows raise our rose of blood

    P.S. my name translates to blood stained rose.