A slave of the sun, of rays so decieving
Afraid of the world's natural light.
A creature of darkness, of shadows and black cold,
A woman called "Vampiress: Lady of Night"
A blood-thirst heart that craves as she wanders
A white, too-pale face and razor-sharp teeth,
Eyes of blankness, glowing too brightly,
A soul so immortal, making her seeth
She glides on the moonlight, a shadowy deamon
Searching for pray, already caught
A creature of evil, of terror and hatred
A spook from a fable that time has forgot
She feeds on her victims, the blood-craving woman
Sucking a drinking every last drop
The rich, healthy blood of minor mortals
Who call out to her and plead her to stop
Lifeless she feels as she takes every person
So still and so empty as their once-beating hearts
A guilt so consuming it rages in terror,
Ripping and shreadding her spirit apart
A voice calls within her, of saddness and sorrow
A voice like the devil's, burning with hate
But hatred of self and spirit and silence
A voice that calls outward a decade too late
She fights with herself, roaring and hissing
Pulling and tearing her immortal soul
A soul she wants purified, cleansed and regiven
Until it is freed, her only goal
But the devil's inside of her, urging her forward
Giving no rest to her undying grief
No hope of a savior, a lover, a hero
No good in her horrible, evil motif
So sleeps she one day, alone in her coffin
Surrounded by nothing but loneliness, sorrow
She sleeps with her hunger and guilt and her mourning
Until the sunset; until tomorrow
And then she must fly and drink till content
Knowing and hoping for sometime in long
A time of forgiveness, a time of sweet gladness
When she can confess and forget of her song.