The nights are getting colder,
the hours seem longer.
I keep roaming the night
as always, ready for a good fight,
I feed, I dance, I laugh...
Then I look at the moon and I can hear her cry,
I turn left and right, right and left looking for an answer,
searching for her eyes, nothing happens no matter how hard I try...
But I look at the sky again and I can hear her cry...
In the distance...

Like a vulture I prey on my victim, lurking in the shadows
I embrace them faster than a speeding arrow,
They just feel a sudden calmness, a complete peace
I do not make them suffer, for I would not find my own peace...
Ah! Such a gentleman, such a fiend...Yet, so lonely and so relieved
because he knows she is there, looking at the nocturnal sky thinking of
him...
In the distance...