Deep in the hallows
the sanctity turns,
Feeding the fire
and feeling the burns

The bells do toll
at the midnight hour,
Rises above
he gains his power

Darkness surrounds
like the cloak of his breath
he feeds his soul
with the drink of their red

Breathless lass
falls to the floor,
Out of his arms
she is no more

One more victim
one hundred years
taking its toll
no more tears

The sun start to rise
he begins to sleep,
Shadows and fears
Everyone weeps!!