The 21st Vampyre.

From deep within a coffin, a vampire’s awakening.

The thorns around present as a form of hunger.

Its voice is so incredibly beckoning.

The blood on its clothes is dampening.

Human veins, scattered and torn from the inside out.

From deep within a coffin, a vampire’s awakening.

It hunts prey without any cautioning.

Their brain are washed blank in sickly sweet paroles.

Its voice is so incredibly beckoning.

Screams and cries, as their life they start abandoning.

Sobs from the nestlings who find newly glown halos.

From deep within a coffin, a vampire’s awakening.

The consequences find themselves burdening.

Deaths, all because of empty promises.

Its voice is so incredibly beckoning.

The thorns are long gone, but there is a repeating cycle.

That wasn’t the first, and it wouldn’t be the last.

From deep within a coffin, a vampire’s awakening.

Its voice is so incredibly beckoning.