The foul stench of death surrounds me
I am not alive
I live within a small space
The light never touches me

I arise each night
To roam the land of life
I can't control my nature
I can't control the strife.

I take to wing and search the land
For my next victim of mortal man
And once spotted I land and test
The air for signs of unrest.

The victim is pure and cannot feel
My presence close, that death is near.
I sup his blood, his pain, his fear
I make it last for life is dear.

And then I'm off to do the things
That vampires do in the evenings
I watch and wait in each new night
And when the suns close I take flight.

Back within my coffin lair
I turn into the cold statue
As lay my head inside my tomb
Then death o'er takes me yet again.