| To walk amongst the dead
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| Plagued by an undeniable thirst for blood
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| Stained by an immortal suffering given to you
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| Acceptance from your kind
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| Is only a temporal solution to your misery
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| Transcending time haunts your very existence visions
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| Of events are forever embedded in your mind
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| For you are never allowed to sleep eternally
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| Countless prey have satisfied your hunger
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| Intoxicated with the essence of life
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| Blood tastes so sweet
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| The lives of many course through your veins
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| To live off the lives of others seems morbid
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| But to you they are only a source of food
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| Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard
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| Draining every once of liquid
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| A lifeless corpse falls to the ground
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| As you stand before the waste you create
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| A path walked time and time again
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| Has darkened the emotionless heart
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| To deny the pleasures of feelings
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| To feel one would certainly starve to death
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| But how ironic since death does not become you
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| As you sit amongst the bones of judgement
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| Contemplating your role
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| You are never ending drawn out
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| To oversee the mistrials
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| And demise of others
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| A prisoner of your own prison
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| Immortally condemned to you
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| Why does this have to be?
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| Immortally condemned to you
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| Why does this have to be? |