When darkness falls
The beasts of prey
Call you from your shallow slumber
The Ancient voice
Echoes in your mind
And brings you sweet insanity

You feel the thirst
It's everything
Taking over body and soul

It's too late now
You can't resist
Begin your deadly dance

Now darkness falls
And the beasts of prey
Call you from your shallow slumber

Death and carnage
Sustain your being
And drown you in insanity

October 27, 2007 (AP) -- Thousands of miles from the European mountain forests where vampire legends were cultivated, a depressed economy and a dwindling population stalk the cotton fields of northeast Louisiana. But in the East Carroll Parish community of Transylvania, a new owner may breathe life into an ailing little business that capitalizes on the town's unusual name and its landmark bat-emblazoned water tower.

I am forever searching for what I do not have and can not know.
I run lonely out into the cold dark night in search of that most elusive of treasures.

Seek me not, find me never it whispers.
And my soul can not comprehend.

I am eternally damned to this meaningless and conflicting existance.

For I have no peace.

In the dark of the night, in the thrill of the hunt, in the blood of the prey, I have no peace.

And it shines like a dagger before me.
Bright, bold, tempting.

removed as per the request of the Author

There is a book by Valentine Penrose which documents the life of a real and unusual character: the Countess Bathory, murderer of more than six hundred young girls. The Countess Bathory's sexual perversion and her madness are so obvious that Valentine Penrose disregards them and concentrates instead on the convulsive beauty of the character.