When in night the moon bright
And drifting clouds of darkness to light and all
The humans sleep in realms of dreams
As brings about the peaceful resting of minds
When also nightmares with monsters throughout
Sleepless beings in every world and reality
Beside themselves and feelings of loneliness
Their beating hearts in the chest has stopped
And the blood chilled in the veins
That those who were bitten have not died in the still night
(So life defies laws and their customs traditional)
Then senses sharpened to go on a hunt
And the chosen long to find a cure
Of the desires, long since buried in Darkness
And specially, from every corner
Of their hearts, down to the bottom of the soul, craving passion
To seek the one that completes them, devoted
To give life to death when their time comes.