Song of the Vampire

Come, my beautiful, into the shadows,
Where the pain will not bruise me.
It is so much more peaceful here
Than beneath the glaring light.

For many years have I sailed —
Miserable world! how I hate you,
Crawling, carrying on, procreating,
A continuum of pitiful existence.

Don’t stand so far away, young one,
Come closer so I can see you.
Your tender, delicate form entices me
To kiss you deeply within your heart.

Brought across, victim of another —
The wished-for eternal companion.
More worthy for life than death,
I became the sacrament of evil.

Ah, my young innocent sweet,
Come closer so I can touch you.
The smell of blood seems too alluring,
Even for such an old one as I.

Many years it has been - a moment
I shall know always as my rebirth,
My renewal as a being of light,
The angel with the scabbed wings.

Come here my pretty friend,
Let me taste your virgin skin,
The tender flesh beneath your neck,
To draw gracefully your very blood.

I have hunted the earth, searching
For another who would be God —
That the blood that sustains me
Would be in another.

So much ecstasy as I take you
Into my arms, swallowing deeply
From the fountain of life within you,
Rushing quickly, filling me up.

The power within, without me
Must have been born somewhere
Beneath the mists of time — surely
A brother must have been born.

Oh, the sweetness flowing into me
As I kiss your mortal flesh,
Flowing into my evil body,
Giving me life, making us one forever.