In the dim light of the moon, I awake

A tortured soul

Without a way

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Tossed out and abandoned by my faith

I lie in wait

Above Father’s place

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I swoop down with my fangs laid bare

“Accept your fate”

“Your final resting place”

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The blood of a virgin wafts past me

I spot a habit

And follow her to the parish

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A cacophony of screams fills the air

As I rip and tear

While the kids scream and stare

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I offer them a new way of life

“Come with me”

“Or die here”

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In the harsh light of the day, we sleep

Belly full

Of mead and meat

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In the dim light of the moon, we awake

Parched and famished

Heading to another parish