The streets are calling and beckoning my name
Anticipating and eager, their screams are the same
Shall I go out and play their foul game?
Will I submit my soul to their claim?
My eyes to the air, the rain on my lips
The pain in my heart from their torturous grips
Their claws in my mind, it tears and it rips
My life and my love, in a smold'ring eclipse.
Wild and burning, my tables are turning
My soul is churning for this evil I'm earning
Wander, I shall, for my heart seeks once more
To feel the emptiness down in it's core
A feeling of hate and a lust for the gore
To find the darkness, my past paramour.
This rage inside an incinerate fire
Would guide and allow my darkest desires
Still I pursue the hate I require
Lest I fail my essence to acquire
Wild and burning, my tables are turning
My soul is churning for this evil I'm earning
Those voices, they call, shrieking my name
That feeling of warmth in my heart is to blame.
We never thought that we would be tamed
And into this human, again I became.
Ignite, my soul, and erupt once again
Allow not the warmth again to restrain
Inside, the human must be re-slain
And again on this world we shall feel our disdain.
Wild and burning, my tables are turning
My soul is churning for this evil I'm earning
Hell's court is adjourning, and evils are learning
New strength they are earning, for your blood they are yearning.
 The Vampyre PurplePuma · Fri Mar 23, 2007 @ 11:34am · 2 Comments |
