Seven years on the streets,
Seven years i slept under creeks,
Seven years since i was damned,
to walk in the dark and feed on the land,
Seven years of torture and pain,
Seven years but only one to blaim,
that time in the park, it was oh so dark,
i met their a girl that was not a mortal,
but a vampire that turned me,.turned me to torture,
Seven long years she has been gone and know she is back,
to reclain her lost soul,
i am back with her know and u c us a night in alaska,vampires r real, if u ever go to fairbanks you just might feel the cold on your neck as you walk down the street, then the rush of fear or pleasure when we meet, its all up to u whoever u r but i warn you, try and run and you wont get very far for i hunt with my mate and feed with her too, so try to stay still and you just might be able to feed ”with us” too. we would love to have your company we would like to be your freind but as i sed before,”your life just might end”.