Undead

Cold air of a night died
Cold air of a night glide
Streams, red flowing streams
Of a blood-red tide
     Feel SHIMMER feel the power
     Feel GLIMMER of a dusty shell
     Feel THE HILT strike her dead
     Fell THE GUILT on a shameless head
Walk away and sway the wrath
Dead walk the way of a bloodbath
     Altar, altar on a blood-soaked field
     Tell me the story of humanity gone and sealed
Tokens of a love that won’t die away
Memory bombarded by the stake at bay
     Move away and stay the wrath
     Dead walk the day of a bloodbath
Feel THEM coming for you
Feel THEM preparing for war
Feel THE GUILT strike her dead
Feel THE HILT kill the undead
     Cross, white cross splattered with blood
     Tell us the story of the curse of their blood
Love is something she thought she left behind
Living ended so long ago she lost track of the time
     Courage it takes to feed her blood
     Fires of rage sometimes seize their brood
They are everywhere
Yet seem to be nowhere
     Feel THEIR LIVES coming to an end
     Feel THEIR THROATS beginning to rend
     Feel GLIMMER feel the power
     Feel SHIMMER feel HER power
She walks the night wondering if it is her last
Anger risen over events from her past
     Dancing, dancing looking for a loved one gone
     Tempted, tempted to dance out into the sun
Grave, cold grave on a desolate field
Tell us of her hope lost and sealed
     Desolation has begun to sweep the land
     How many have already died by her hand?