The night has decreed, the
Wretched born of her pale breast
Shall purge their thirst upon the
Throats of you vermin. The dread
Of mankind has too long plagued my
Ancient race. My shadow shall
Endlessly stretch across the land
The streets shall run red by dawn
In silence; taking the form of my
Prey at daybreak. Kingdoms shall
Kneel at my feet by the thousands
Fearing the sound of my voice
Forever. I'm envenomed with this
Avarice, plagued by thirst as old
As man. My wings of doubt
Unhinged; cry to the empty skies
Your enemies may have come upon
The backs of their horses, but it
Is upon wings that your miseries
Have come. Cry to the empty skies
What hath God wrought? The warmth
Within your veins shall burn the
Darkness in my heart. My form once
Seen before in the nightmares of
Children and cowards. I, that of a
World beyond the stars have
Brought from this crypt, eternal
Life. "He came with the sunset
Disguised with the face of a man."
Your suffering shall be legendary
My brethren of the night come
Forth!