• darkness falls apon your room
    i sneek in to grant your doom
    ever-so-slowly you close your eyes
    unaware of your soon demise
    now you've drifted in to a deep sleep
    pretty soon your soul i shall keep
    away from your neck i move your hair
    your life so young ,almost does'nt seem fair
    but into your neck i sink my fangs
    and in the air the smell of blood hangs
    your tan complektion turns quit plae
    as you feel your soul drift into the dephs of hell
    your once mortal life as exsaped your hand
    for noe you live among the damned
    slowly you awake and rise from your bed
    you feel so lost for your soul is dead....