As I lived, So I died,
Upon my grave a mortal virgin cried,
She kissed my face with final breath,
and alas! She raised me from my death!
I have become immortal now,
Aspen stakes bring me low,
I drink the blood of mortals still,
Oh, but for a mortal life I would truly kill!
People don't know me, yet fear me,
I hate this accursed night, yet sun I can not forever see!
As I lived, so I died,
Upon my grave a mortal virgin cried,
She kissed my face with her final breath,
And alas! Raised me from my death,
And alas! Raised me from my death!
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