An eternal hunger
An everlasting pain
Forever I am thirsting
For the cursed drink
The drink of the deadThe liquor of life
The lovely re wine
Of the fanged and undead
My life is cursed
As is my soul
The lust for blood is strong
And always hard to fight
Feeding can be dangerous
For if I take too much
They will not survive
And death raises suspicions
Yet I still continue
To hunt and kill my prey
To try to kill this hunger
Maybe I will...
...someday