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For those of us that sleep shall never come,
Sweet salvation from the bright morn,
Hiding in shadows in from the
dawning sun,
The darkness encases those reborn.
Coming at us with wood and fire,
But achieving nothing but thinning
numbers,
Needs unmet by those more dire,
Teeth that sinks into those who slumber.
If we find you blessings wont
hide you,
Hold onto your cross and your garlic ring,
If we want you theres nothing you can do,
Nothing but fear when
the undead sing.
Children of the Night born of death and fear,
Tasted for once the blood ever flows,
Willed by
a pulse and flesh some where near,
An agony and ecstasy only a chosen few know.
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