(03.11.06) Being (Re-make de 'Ser')

Twenty nights you've had to wait
in a loneliness that doesn't seem to end;
stabbed in your chest,
destroying your life,
this suffocating crazyness
wears your dreams out.

Living for the night
and dying at the dawn;
your life, their temptation;
their blood, your thirst.

Hidden in the shadows
like stalking spiders,
wandering through graves
like the softly nightblow.

Whitened your face
by the silver shining moon,
your crimson eyes awake.
Your intentions
and desires of surviving
just like any other immortal
can't be controlled.