A small child burning in a crib

I listen to it's tender flesh burn

the screaming has already stopped



I stare at the smoldering corpse...

and now I remove the skull

to keep as my reward

I return to my crypt

and place it in my shrine.



An old man drowning in a ditch

his lungs fill with water

I take pleasure in his death

I stare at his bloated corpse...

I cut off his head

and peel away the flesh

I return to my crypt

and place it in my shrine.



Vacant skulls without life surround the coffin where I lie...

Reminders of the many lives I've taken from this world...

I pray to my master, Night, to keep my soul in evil faith...

As I die another death, I will await new life!



In a darkened crypt

his ancient corpse now rots.

Oblivion has claimed his soul

he lies amidst the skulls...

The lord of another world

the abandoned vampire

his shrine remains forever

a place of skulls sunseen...