Lunar Reflection in Blood (Vampyres of the Old) - Drowning the Light

The carrion circle the rotten corpse

seasons ago before the summer stench

under the winter stars

a lone creature stalks the night

Its reflection dancing against the streams it passes

looking for its next victim

a lunar reflection in its eyes

These cold nights draw out the aristocrats of old

surviving centuries off mortal essence

The writing race of lesser beings walk the day

At dusk the fear strikes and they cower

For when the sun dies he awakens

in the colder months when the nights are longer

this world belongs to Him again