I used to walk the broad daylight
Without the hunger I suffice every night
This addiction to **** for a moment to live
Has become my curse without a remorse to give

I didn't ask for this, something called as an abomination
Never thought I would become something out of a imagination
Life to me where once so simple now all's bizarre and uncanny
I circle and walk the night causing terror and horror as my reality

You may all be wondering how a man turns to a creature of the fallen
When did I became something that I am not?How did it happen?
It started 400 years ago when I fell in love with a beautiful countess
Her name's still haunts me Elizabeth Bathory the midnight huntress

Even the most radiant rose in appearance in the end shows their true color when they wither
She is dark merciless and vile when dusk falls she saps life like plants in need of water
One night as I walk along the shore of castle cachtice unaware of her being
I saw her standing there like wine in a glass being offered to quench a man's thirst and craving

I came to her like a hungry wolf, only to realize I am the sheep under a butcher's hook
I stare just to witness what fear looks like, as death bites a way in my vision blurred and blood was took
I woke up the next day only to be reminded that it wasn't just a nightmare
I soon then stop the struggle and feed my first **** and became a heir

I couldn't speak the tale of all the endless slaughter till' the day she was immured
I am being kept secret in the dark not knowing of my existence for centuries the curse I endured
An ending to a nightmare has finally came to pass with the death of the queen of the ******
But a new story of terror has began the hunting the feeding the killing where I myself couldn't stand