A REQUIEM FOR A VAMPIRE
THROUGH THE SWIRLING MIST HE COMES.
THE THEIF OF HUMAN SOULS.
CONDEMNING THEM TO AN IMMORTAL EXISTENCE,
INTO THE REALM OF DARK ECSTASY.
LOVE'S QUIET CURSE MOCKS THE PLIGHT OF HIS EXISTENCE.
HER BEAUTY DRAWS HIM CLOSER.
THEIR MEMORIES MERGE WHILE LOCKING INTO HIS
HYPNOTIC STARE.
PASSION HAS TRAPPED THEM IN THE WEB
OF A FRANCE ROMANCE.
BLOODLUST DRIVES HIM INSANE,
HER SATIN SKIN BRUSHES ACROSS HIS LIPS.
HE THIRSTS FOR HER MORTAL SOUL
AS HE SUMMONS HER
TO EXPLORE THE BLISS OF A MIDNIGHT SEDUCTION.
GREY, BLACK AND THE PALE WHITE OF NIGHT
CRADLE THEM IN HER ARMS OF DARKNESS.
THEY MOVE AS SHADOWS,
OBSCURED FROM THE WORLD OF PAIN AND SORROW.
HE'S ENTHRALLED BY THEIR RAPTURE IN MOONLIGHT.
CURSE THE FOOLS WHO KEEP THEM APART.
NOW HER LIFEBLOOD BEATS IN HIS HEART.
SHE IS A PART OF HIM, THE UNDEAD.
THIS TORTURED SEPARATION
COURSES THROUGH HIS VEINS:
HE CRIES, TEARS OF BLOOD.
THE HOWLING WINDS FOREWARN THE COMING
OF SOMETHING MORE HORRIFYING THAN DEATH ITSELF.
THE FOUL STENCH OF CENTURIES OLD GRAVES FILL THE AIR,
IT IS AS THOUGH WE ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE SOUL STALKER.
THE SCREAMS OF THE CURSED ARE DEAFENING,
AS IF A THOUSAND SPIRITS WERE RELEASED FROM THEIR PRISON IN HELL.
CRIES OF PAIN, OR SIGHS OF RELIEF?
I KNOW NOT WHICH TO COMPARE THEM TO.
I ONLY HOPE THAT I AM SENDING HIM INTO OBLIVION.
MANIC LAUGHTER ECHOES IN MY BRAIN.
THE VISION OF A DEMIGOD SURROUNDED BY DEMONS HAUNT MY EVERY THOUGHT.
THE TEARS OF ANCIENT MOURNERS HAVE LONG SINCE DRIED.
THEY ARE NOT FORGOTTEN BUT BARELY REMEMBERED BY THE KING OF NIGHT BEASTS.
IS HE AT REST?
COULD IT TRUELY BE THE REQUIEM FOR A VAMPIRE?(art by Luis Royo)
(writing found on the cover of the "Music of the Vampires" cd)
