He who walks in shadow,
whom is made of fear and sorrow.
whom is made of fear and sorrow.
Walks upon this earth with a soul of shadow and steam,
long forgotten over centuries passed.
long forgotten over centuries passed.
An immortal a dark brood indeed,
drinks from your soul
leaving you for dead.
drinks from your soul
leaving you for dead.
He was done in by the sun
and his need for blood.
and his need for blood.
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