In shadow I sit and hunt for my prey
Stalking by night and dreaming by day
My lips eternally in a tight frown
Perpetual loneliness weighing them down
Night-stalker, Bloodsucker, titles I dread
The complex peril of being undead
Blood is a thirst you can never quench
And my coffin is but a depressing trench
In death there is nothing to achieve
Love nor hatred is there to receive
No matter how hard I try I can no longer feel
Not the touch of his lips or the taste of a meal
A sad, miserable story my eternity weaves
A friendless existence no mortal can conceive
My search for love has led me nowhere
And I don�t expect anybody to care
But I only wish that someone someday
Might find me before my heart decays
But alone I sit singing songs of silence
Forgotten by the world and betrayed by defiance
A story to the human but alive in reality
I am nothing but a life being lived in fatality
