On this calm and peaceful night
A shadow lurks just out of sight.
He stalks his pray in silent grace
His pale white mask hides no face.
Though you don't see him, he's always there.
Watching you with an intense stare.
Black wings of death protrude from his back.
A beating heart, is what he lacks.
Beware his moans of lonely suffering.
His words are no more than meaningless mutterings.
Without a thought, he'll take your life.
His fangs cut deep, like a butcher's knife.
He'll drain your life with a ferocious hunger,
Until your soul exists no longer.
With every life, he grows stronger.
But still, he cannot deplete his hunger.
So once again, he takes flight.
Beware this demon of the night.
