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A Vamps Tale
By: Charles Phillips

I stand on your throat and laugh so happily.
I stand here because you've forced me too.
Your blood now covers my hands.

I laugh and drink from your lifeless corpse.
Your blood boils in the Sun so very nicely.

I lick off my fingers tips never knowing,
Knowing who you were or what you did.

You are cattle,
Cattle that we let roam free.
Until we need to harvest.

Awake the grand festival is about to begin.

Open your eyes a new,
See what you only read in books, and in your dreams.

Look onto your new play ground,
The world is ours we just let them live here.
The world is ours and we are it's heart.

It weeps when we die.
But death is nothing to us
An ascension onto the plain of a better unlife.

The blood of God now follows through you
The vains of a Martyr,
The spirit of Kain,
The sins of Judas,
The acts of the fallen ones,
Now rage in your body forever and onto eternity.

Awake and rise as you were meant to be.
As we all must be.

The leech now lives in you and onto itself.
The leech so we are called,
The parasite till dawn.

Now you live on again.
Higher than man was ever to be.

Enjoy the gift of ascension.
The never ending unlife sweeter than that of man.

Description
A Vamps Tale
By: Charles Phillips

I stand on your throat and laugh so happily.
I stand here because you've forced me too.
Your blood now covers my hands.

I laugh and drink from your lifeless corpse.
Your blood boils in the Sun so very nicely.

I lick off my fingers tips never knowing,
Knowing who you were or what you did.

You are cattle,
Cattle that we let roam free.
Until we need to harvest.

Awake the grand festival is about to begin.

Open your eyes a new,
See what you only read in books, and in your dreams.

Look onto your new play ground,
The world is ours we just let them live here.
The world is ours and we are it's heart.

It weeps when we die.
But death is nothing to us
An ascension onto the plain of a better unlife.

The blood of God now follows through you
The vains of a Martyr,
The spirit of Kain,
The sins of Judas,
The acts of the fallen ones,
Now rage in your body forever and onto eternity.

Awake and rise as you were meant to be.
As we all must be.

The leech now lives in you and onto itself.
The leech so we are called,
The parasite till dawn.

Now you live on again.
Higher than man was ever to be.

Enjoy the gift of ascension.
The never ending unlife sweeter than that of man.