long bound by dead .the fates chime of fallen gods .warriors bound in black and red .demons or of the craft which stood in another time .
the book was written in blood .bound in red .I know of which the prophecies spoke I'll tell you now the prophecies have returned .
lord arkymesia of the cult of vampires searches for word .
the house still stands atop the hill behind the shelf lies the book .I will not go there again .
things change .its plagued mind long enough .I will not be forgotten .lord rionus blood bore the book and child across the fields where dead walk haunted hills .
the arisen have returned .ones bound by black and red .warrior gods .they need the book .
prophecies bound in death rituals of the forgotten times are written across its paiges .
I'm afraid the forgotten god arises .lord draculus spoke of this .the last of Ulysses s heir await .to shed the blood of book ..
he cannot return to the world .a thousand will fall a thousand will stand to fight till death across the land .
no more fears haunt me as I ly awake ....
© David Alan Salsman