Vampyre Lore

A tale of mass hysteria

Draining blood for life

Beyond ancient Romania

Creating omnipresent strife

Revenants seeking vessels

Lurking in the shade of night

Clad in shrouds

Hiding sharpened teeth

Waiting for the fatal bite

The townspeople fight to settle the score

Mirrors face out when they open the door

Stakes held high

A torch lights the sky

The mob gathers round

Chanting their cry

The undead are fit

Hard to take down

Unless they are weakened

On sanctified ground

They clash in the dark

Ready for war

Enter the trial everlasting

Vampyre Lore

Led by the beacon they hunt

Elders of souls now awaken

Feeding on victims pale white

Remnants of lives they have taken

Vampyre Lore