Preface: the Prophecy
Oh how wicked it is,
That death should mock the righteous,
Punish those who do good,
Burden them whom fight for us,
For their labor they reap nothing,
Woe the day that the devil will triumph,
Woe the day the noble shall feel pain,
Their deaths a tragedy and injustice,
The mighty band of heros slain,
While Lucifer laughs and dances with glee,
The lord dies slain by gluttony,
The doctor by merciless pain,
The lawyer with an instrument of use,
The fair lady assaulted again,
And the leader through his own cursed vice,
Forward many years,
Of loss and wicked gain,
The world shall continue to prosper,
The deaths of the hero's in vain,
But do not fear,
There comes a saving grace,
In the form of but a child,
Conceived by reckless love,
No way the parent's could hide,
Happiness and gayety come at a price,
The life of new hope is thus born,
But the child shall know no mother,
The young woman kissed by darkness,
Immortality breaks her away from her lover,
Left alone to face the world, the child and the father,
Childhood matures to womanhood,
The child learns the blow,
How to slay the wicked,
The father reveals all he knows,
Marked by fate to fulfill a hero's destiny,
No longer the childish wails lick her face,
A woman's features crown her glory,
A beauty in a bed of garden weeds,
Thus begins the savior's story,
But woe! The devil approaches!
How mighty and quick is he,
Whom ensnares our bravest hero,
Darkness' evil plan is at large,
No, No, No,
The Almighty thus intercedes,
Battles of justice mark her path,
But freedom is what she craves,
Forced to perform the devils bidding,
Our hero now nothing but a slave,
Liberty is close at hand,
The mighty battle draws near,
Both sides ready their men,
Neither side must loose,
They close towards the lion's den,
The clash of swords,
The cries of the battle hymn,
Father against son,
Limb torn from limb,
Fast approaches our hero's time,
Oh the strength and the agility!
How mighty is she!
The fiercest battle ever fought,
But goodness has the lead,
The fight is now at an end,
And hither the hero lies,
Her blood a crimson pool,
But soft, how does she fare?
The poor and courageous fool,
No breath come from her lips,
The devil is finally slain,
No longer does the fight need to transpire,
The quest for vengeance is over,
The ultimate death of the Vampire,
The world is right once again.
