The Vampire Song

I've come back to the empty house Where shadows are the hosts Fear scratches like a mouse And reminds me what I lost. This grey dust, forgotten sins, Falling leaves like dying dreams Pain of my lone soul. Hated, insane I live in black fame, Pale like white snow, I hide in my lone home. They believe I'm like a demon Living in the cold and dark, Being afraid of aspen, silver... Killing people, drinking blood... I'm the one enjoying this Degradation in the bliss Rotting of my soul. Hate, insane I live in black fame Pale like white snow, I hide in my lone home.