Dancing with glee,
Dripping with blood,
Screaming with joy,
Shaking with pleasure,
They gather.
The cold hearted ones,
The fanatical demons,
The tormentors of Men.
They dance,
For tonight is their night.
The night in which they spread
dark wings,
Wings filled with pain,
Wings filled with sorrow,
Wings filled with … Hate.
They feast,
They dance,
They drink,
They prance.
They are the cold hearted
ones,
The tormentor of men,
The stealers of life,
And the givers of pain.
They are the Forsaken Ones,
The ones who left the light,
In favor of the cool, caressing,
dark.
They feast,
They dance,
They drink,
They prance.
They are… The Children of
The Dark.