I'm most at home in darkness.
Blinded by the light of day,
Weighs heavy on my heart.
But I take strength from it's harshness.
For my spirirt shall descend,
As darkness falls upon the earth.
An ashen faced ghoul,
Like a white spider,
With poison and contempt for your lives.
You can keep through daytime in your suffocating world,
Be sure to understand,
NIGHT'S MINE!
Over the summer moons,
And through autumn fields,
While searching for my vampira girl.
Wander every graveyard from this lonely roadside,
Night becomes mine.
When the night comes down.
A figure in the twilight that you cannot see.
When the night comes down.
The moon promises she'll bring you back to me.
Are you lonely, are you lonely.
Are you lonely.
When the night comes down.
Bitter fruit of the day's frustration,
Traded for the night's lonely dream,
(Unfinished)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem