The sounds of a Vampire stalking its prey br and a werewolf crying to the moon br are music to my ears each night and day, br hoping that I may join them soon. br My dreams are haunted with visions of the undead, br forced to walk the earth for all eternity. br Their eyes tell cursed stories without a word being said, br yet I yearn for what is just out of reach: immortality. br The Vampire's life is one of hiding, br never to reveal themselves to a mortal soul. br Hissing and cringing away from the sun so blinding, br and returning to their coffins, dark and cold. br Listen to their desperate cries, br such a sweet Gothic melody. br Aware of every pathetic mortal's lies; br Oh, how I long for immortality.