My tale is this, of a scene scarred so deep
Til death we part, a vision of sickness
A continual haunt, the old ones mark on me
I do pass

Cold dead night
A need for knowledge of the one who thirsts
Drawn to a dwelling on forbidden grounds

Again my return
To glance at one unseen
For the time is almost here
An end of summer slaughter
Its self indulgent tribute
To the leech within
The leech within

An unwelcomed sight
Such a morbid outline, to its grounds
Marked by a keep of the dead
Signal, distance, kept

The thought of I
To be the one unseduced
Kill, nothing but a kill
With that alone, hidden gazed upon

A castle outlined by a sickened moon
Thickened air, death's moon evolves
As darkness shifts

Lunation from black, brings the light
To meet this new entry, become his feast

Movement above
Peasant draws near
Suddenly thrown back
A cry of horse, a scream of man

I regained my view
The darkest of the undead stood right there
Death's frozen face upon his lap
And the essence in his hands

The bloodbathed lord
Turned to gaze upon my eyes
Allowing my essence to flow, but to live
In fear of one day joining this eve of thirst
Left behind shells of those once been
And this scar, this autumn bleed

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