Juan Marques Lopes lives in Vain; To move one day is his only wish. Free himself from a poor life with his wife, For he knows he can do better than this.
One hundred years have come and gone, Since the day that he was born; To a Shepardβs daughter on a farmers land. He was her only son. Three decades ago he received a bite to the neck And thought he would die from the blood loss. For the pain to stop and to save his own life; He said he'd sell his soul whatever the cost.
One moment of weakness and his soul was the Devils; To do as he pleased, just to not die like this. Freedom from death must come at a price; For a vampires thirst craves the deadliest kiss.
Juan killed all his friends then he killed his own family; To feed his thirst for blood and for power. Three times a day, he must feed on their blood; For he sold his soul to Satan, this is his last eternal hour.