One winter's night, they came for him.
Arrested, he was bound.
Accused of vile actions,
his weapon had been found.
The child, the legacy of his life
murdered in the house that night.
His wife, the mother, cried alone.
Knowing his innocence, blamed him yet.
Girl, sacred body, evil soul.
Feasting the little boys tears of blood.
Walked away without one accusation
A vampire's blood in her veins.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day,
for thousand years, she count the days.
Waiting for her love to come back again.
Him, filled with anger over his loss.
Knew the wife's hand was in vain.
Carved a knife from the stone in the wall.
Knowing his last chore of heart.
Millennium later, he was released.
The boat traveled far just to reach his home.
Meeting his wife once again, see her eyes.
He dropped the knife on the floor, a mistake.
As the knife fell, and before the hit.
His blood was drained, every one bit.
Two bloody marks left on his neck,
She hungered for more, more and more.
