The Vampire Song

I've come back to the empty house
Where shadows are the hosts
Fear scratches like a mouse
And reminds me what I lost.

This grey dust, forgotten sins,
Falling leaves like dying dreams
Pain of my lone soul.

Hated, insane
I live in black fame,
Pale like white snow,
I hide in my lone home.

They believe I'm like a demon
Living in the cold and dark,
Being afraid of aspen, silver...
Killing people, drinking blood...

I'm the one enjoying this
Degradation in the bliss
Rotting of my soul.

Hate, insane
I live in black fame
Pale like white snow,
I hide in my lone home.