Night has come around once again.
Again I stir from a dream,
dream from which I awaken,
awaken to the haunts of screams.

Screams which carry themselves forward,
forward in an existence,
existence that's plagued by blood,
blood for which I've no resistance.

Resistance that feebly is tried,
tried by those from whom I drink,
drink deeply from the free flow,
flow after fangs into flesh sink,

Sink then do I and all my kin,
kin and I from the sunlight.
Sunlight brings retreat to dream:
dream 'til once again comes the night.