And with his arms outstretched into the dark,
A vow he made from the depths of his heart.
He’d walk within the light no more,
Until their blood had settled the score.
Those that murdered his true mortal love,
Would beg for swift death to their Gods up above.
He’ show them no mercy as he buried his fangs,
Finding strength in their horror just because of their names.
He’d feast on them all, sparing no generation.
As he hunted the land, came the Vampire Nation.