I have aged as time's worn on
And now my life is nearly gone
A life of war and battles many
Plundered cities and now I'm ready
To battle with my final foe
I will face the Reaper's blow

I have but one wish of my death
It be in battle mong horses breath
Gleaming steel and flowing blood
Dying men and victory's flood

I wish not to die on my throne
Be in the field my final groan
There have been battles I have lost
And my life they've nearly cost

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Pressed against shadowers wall that gave sanctuary
Pressed palms against the sides of shades
Bile rising yet stayed
Shoulder blades pressed
Cold darkness harassed

Sun rising
Blackbird has spoken
Rays prizing
At nights last breath

Neon blades of light
Reflected from a window into sight
Across the street blinded briefly
Confide, small world of light

Thunderbolts of pain through eyes
Caustic white
Sickness in the gut withering a snake
Cursing, turning on shaken legs seek flight

There are many strange things in Transylvania;
Like wolves howling in the night,
Listen to them!
Children of the night! What sweet music they make!

Now is the trembling moment of our heart to heart dance between life
And death,
Which looms larger than life.
Together we will cross oceans of time embraced in that immortal kiss.

At dusk we will awake, like a bat together we will fly to quench our
Never ending thirst,
Seeking mortals from the villages and towns closeby,
We will drain the land of it's crimson soul,