Vampyr

Lurking in the dark alleys Every night its awake or hunting in vast valleys Craving for lives to take The creature knows it's lust Warm, plenty and fresh blood It seduces and kills the victims fast Victims in palaces and victims in mud Just the nature of the beast but this one looking for more The meaning of a life in the mist Power, sanity and war This creature is lonely and mad Carries the burden of an eternity But it's wise, brilliant and sad Sadness for knowing its vanity Misery for knowing its thirst For it is love and knowledge it wants But knowing it's a poor accursed poisons its heart and the world haunts One day will find the light Will open its dead heart Will stop being lonely at night There will be no beast to fight