2. Bleak despair in tones of black and pearl. Lights
go out.
Darkness falls, bringing us.
We are vampires,
children and lords
of the darkness.
3. We wander over the moonlit world, in the toils
of our thirst. Fear-encircled, we spread the
fear. Thirsty for blood, we want to drink your
life and to sow the dark with the aid of our
thoughts. For ever young, for ever
beautiful, alien, quick and strong--not
omnipresent yet omniscient--no
reflections, no shadows--lightly moving, the
night vigil of oblivion, we send
nightmares, and Luna, Greek Selene admires
us.
4. Oblivion is at the threshold of the hagridden
mortals. The gentle bite--the sweet taste of
blood. We’re thirsty. There is no use of crying.
Acquiesce.
5. Noctules, nosferatus--pallid faces, icy
hearts, shining eyes--maybe dead, maybe
alive, yearning for a sweet prey--
languorous, sometimes sad--we wander in
the moonlight. Vampires, children and lords
of the dark. Lonely amid you.