In twilight's embrace,
my soul doth wane,
Beneath the bane of eternal thirst,
A shadowed existence,
a cursed refrain,
Where moonlight's dance
is a haunting verse.

Within these veins,
a dormant fire,
A hunger deep,
consuming desire,
To drink the essence,
crimson and rare,
And feel alive
in the cold night air.

But cursed am I,
by fate's cruel decree,
A creature damned,...