"Damn me Father, for I must sin..."



Four centuries of this damned immortality

Yet I did not ask to be made. Why?

I will never again feel your sun upon my face

Or the comfort of a grave

I am not alive and I am not dead

This is Hell on Earth



How can I possibly explain this eternal youth?

When I can do nothing, but sit by

As my loves grow old and wither

And with each of them, take a fragment of my heart

And prolong this endless winter

It is October's perpetual agony

It is the shadow realm



Father, please forgive him

For he knows not what to do



With every victim I pray for my own death

And as much as I love the night

I curse the moon's eerie glow

This bloodlust that drags me to forever

The toxic rays of dawn that condemn me to limbo

I am forced to dwell in grey Autumnal twilight

I am suspended in dusk



Father, please forgive him

For he knows not what to do

Father, please forgive him

For he knows not what to do