Some may say our failings plain
Opium, alcohol or coke the same
as any desire of equal unjust
yet they forget the strongest
that of bloodlust
the hunger that gnaws away the soul
in time claiming it’s earthly toll
and thus we are born; by our own Birth Right
are hunted in fear – labelled and revered
“Children of the Night”
The weakened we offer our solution
in retribution;
Absolution
by pain and tears
given expertise by the years
in which we follow our chosen path
Prepare thine world, for our Day of Wrath
is wrought by those of chosen creed
and as the prey begins to bleed
I call unto thee…
Come my brethren; let us feed…