The autumn leaves are gently dancing

Upon the soil in which i lie

My place of rest for the living hidden

Far away from their prying eyes

Summoned by the monn ascending

Toward the surfice i slowly rise

To once again stroll the path of darkness

Crimson coloured it before me lies



I won't brake the masquerade

As i stalk my pray at night

Death comes swift and silent my dear

You won't feel the bite

And when the morning finally comes

Draind from blood you will be found

A withered flower in an alleyway

Under a shroud of frost, blaek and pale



In my tomb, my haven dark

I wait in dreamless sleep

The day to pass, the dusk to come

The time to leave my keep