Vampiric Baptism

Landslide from the mountain Torrential rain and wind Titanic force of destruction Flooding and death closing in. No time to prepare No time to escape Mother Earth is lashing out Wrecking ball from the south Barreling northeast Hovering on the hillside Rain over the graveyard Ancient trees of ancestors Tumble and carry yet more Rocks and debris Snowball downstream Taking whole towns in their wake Poseidon’s rampage leaves Nothing but flood and carnage

All silent is the room,     No, no stir of breath,     Save mine, as in the gloom     I sit alone with Death.  Short life it had, the innocent,     Small child here lying dead,     Covered in shroud of white     The gore beneath too much to behold. Sweet infant, dead too soon,     Thou shalt no more behold     The face of sun or moon,     Or starlight clear and cold; Seventy five years The world did nothing. Sacred land stained with blood History will tell a dark tale Small feet that nevermore     About the house shall run; Torn apart by evil men with guns

And the rain is falling, And the rain is falling down. And in vain we call them. As we listen to the ground. There's a past that must be buried here. There's an answer to be found. There's a path for those remaining here. There's a price to keep it bound. Behold what we have grown. And the snow begins to fall, And the shadows lengthen. (They will ambush in the night, Enemy advances). There is solace in this, Simple repetition. (No such thing as silence, While the echoes answer). In the preparation, Of our daily ration. (In the grinding and the flames, There is recollection.) Slightly softer after, Still the hunger beckons. (And for those who listen to them, This world will open). Behold what we have grown There will be a summer, Where the poppies blow and sway. (In the scattered ashes, Of the conflagration). Those who live will feel its, Gentle somnolescence. (And the numbing will become, A need for satiation). And I know that there will be, Children born to wreckage. (The renewal of the earth, Yield their consecration). They will know the silence, In their generation. (Grown from buried blood and bone, Born to devastation). There's a past that must be buried here. (Buried here) There's an answer to be found. (Answer to be found) THere's a path for those remaining here. (Remaining here) There's a price to keep it bound. Behold what we have grown.

Thou dread, uncanny thing,      With fuzzy breast and leathern wing,    In mad, zigzagging flight,      Notching the dusk, and buffeting the night Thou Devil's self, or pet         Grate not thy teeth at me!

Walk with me into eternity,  Walk with me into night. The chains of your mortality Crushed by true love's bite.  As you turn Let my venom ignite your soul.  Time stands still As you become immortal.  Feel the rush of power  As my fangs pierce in.  The ecstacy of my lips On your velvet skin Crimson whispers on your lips, The taste of ancient fire The dance of passion upon the bed, In sinful red desire Infernal this love; Will only take us higher. Bridge (no scream):  Salsa, with me my love.  Waltz, forevermore Say, you want my love My, heart beats again Walk with me into eternity,  Walk with me into night. The chains of your mortality Crushed by true love's bite.  As you turn Let my venom ignite your soul.  Time stands still As you become immortal.  Feel the rush of power  As my fangs pierce in.  The ecstacy of my lips On your velvet skin

Legions of ghouls The blackened sons and daughters Of the twilight bane We rise from shadows. With hearts like thunder, And eyes like burning coals, We march on the bastions, Where the tyrants have their tolls, The moonlight guides our vengeance, As fangs shine like steel, No more will we bow down, The blood of wolves we feel. A symphony of howls, Echo in the dark, We are the shadows, We’ll leave our mark, With sharpened teeth And silver blades, The undead rise On wings like Eagles. In the full moon’s glory Transform into the beast To kill the tyrants In their sleep.

And the rain is falling, And the rain is falling down. And in vain we call them. As we listen to the ground. There's a past that must be buried here. There's an answer to be found. There's a path for those remaining here. There's a price to keep it bound. Behold what we have grown. And the snow begins to fall, And the shadows lengthen. (They will ambush in the night, Enemy advances). There is solace in this, Simple repetition. (No such thing as silence, While the echoes answer). In the preparation, Of our daily ration. (In the grinding and the flames, There is recollection.) Slightly softer after, Still the hunger beckons. (And for those who listen to them, This world will open). Behold what we have grown There will be a summer, Where the poppies blow and sway. (In the scattered ashes, Of the conflagration). Those who live will feel its, Gentle somnolescence. (And the numbing will become, A need for satiation). And I know that there will be, Children born to wreckage. (The renewal of the earth, Yield their consecration). They will know the silence, In their generation. (Grown from buried blood and bone, Born to devastation). There's a past that must be buried here. (Buried here) There's an answer to be found. (Answer to be found) THere's a path for those remaining here. (Remaining here) There's a price to keep it bound. Behold what we have grown.