Nights are no longer painted in red
I have found peace in my slumber
My dreams are no longer haunted
Finally, my unslept torment is over
To find rest I had not to escape
I had not to leave everything behind
But I had to find a balancing state
A reason to ignore all things stained
Here I have found unthought things
I never sought in the first place
It's funny, things that fate brings
Leaving a happy smile on my face
Looking back with remembering eyes
At my short but yet so long time here
I see a labyrinth of truths and lies
Under a red sky that is never clear
Yet I do not feel hate or regret
For here I found things so precious
Amidst all the hidden anger and hatred
I found somethings not outrageous
A place once to hold my fascination
Has now lost most of it's old glory
No longer can I feel the temptation
These red walls now seem so weary
Still I keep coming back to these rooms
Not for the confusion of truth it creates
Not to heal or suffer old wounds
But for the people it attracts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a mellowed Count, no less a smile on your face, it 's hard to believe but I am happy for you. Perhaps it is your intelligence that allows you to see past the centuries of stale decayed death to find the positive constructive things in life But beware Count, the red room is dwarfed by the magnum glow of the Red Moon. No vampire has ever returned from 'nights painted in red'' haunted dreams' and 'unslept torment'. Your trial awaits you UNDER THE RED MOON..