A Vampire Hunter's Lament.
My flesh is warm,
My heart is true.
My veins doth form
A deep red hue.
The foes I seek
Doth scorn these traits.
Their dead souls reek
Of sulfur gates.
They're to be caught,
All vampires.
They shall all rot
In sun fires.
Give in not to vampiric will
Or I'll have yet one more to kill.
*guitar solo*
They chose to be
Infected by
Their black disease
They have to die.
Their viral bite
Infects our friends.
Sunrise sunlight
Sees not these men.
Retribution
Will soon be mine.
I'll have satan
Denounce these swine.
And should the damned not fear the day,
They soon shall fear me anyway.
