vampires
The dark castle on the hill
The crying of hungry souls
All glued into its walls
The sinners all sold..
The drumbeats shattering
The sound send shiver to the valley
The old chief and his supporters
Raise their heads and ears to listen
The face of a skull
Hollowness with deepen eye sockets
Glowing brightly in the dark sky
The evil gathering its strength
The empty skull shines
Directly to the humans
Marking them for the hindrance
Of his match to his freedom
The old chief raises his spear
“You can't challenge me
I have made you run before
I will do the same again!”
The old chief still hears
The long drumbeats in the silent night
His followers feel the unpleasant sight
In the dark sky the bright skull
The old chief gathers his followers
“We must inform the people in the valley
We can't stay quiet and hope he will go away
It never happens with evil set to rule..”
“Now you three go
Tell the villages around here
The rest we camp here and wait
For the night will be long and lonely”
The empty skull in the sky
It roars again with its cry
The old chief watches with his spear
As they lay down to offer prayers
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