Bonded by blood of eternal souls,
They live in a world of darkness and cold.
Cursed to fear the morning light;
Forced to walk the paths at night.
Cast upon a world of hate;
A hunger for blood they cannot sate.
An air of agressiveness rage among their kind.
They are the masters of a mortal's mind.
Falling prey to those they hunted,
They live the lives of the unwanted.
Their way of life is to hunt and kill.
Their victim's plight, they do not feel.
In life they have naught but eternal damnation;
In death -- eternity in the Devil's possession.
It is their nature to always fight:
They are the creatures of the night.