Hunted down, like a wolf
Fear from all
On the run, from the sun
Life to all
And yet these eyes will never see a new sunrise
I'm free to roam this realm of mine from unseing eyes
There was no reason
For this treason
To my kind
The King of Creatures
Father of Leeches will not resign
I sense you all, and watched the fall
Of Heaven
Mortal warriors, don't stand a chance
From my kind
Inspite of this, I'm a prisoner
Of the night
Only fire and sun, can strike me down
From this world
And I must not ever reveal my name
I am the shadow of dreams at dawn
The soul of winter and death are one
In my hands I have them all
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