The darkness surges in veins ever cold.
The stars are melting as day takes hold.
The crawling chaos of cursèd light
once more lashes me into howling flight.
If I should but survive this day’s deluge,
by seeking solace in undead refuge.
In this nameless state, far from blazing sun
a state, which even death must somehow shun.
Grant me peace at least for the time I lie.
Then when Red-Moon is high in blackened sky
and the grand flare of feted hunger flames
send to me bloody prey to play my games.
Let this night begin in blood like my first.
Send a cringing human to slake my thirst.