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(Verse 1) In moonlit nights of ancient lore, Through castle gates and wooden door, A figure moves with silent grace, A pale complexion, hidden face. Whispers tell of a timeless soul, With eyes as dark as a midnight stroll. In velvet cloak, he takes his flight, A creature born from the twilight. (Chorus) Vampire of the olden days, In shadows, he forever stays. Drinking deeply from the vein, Seeking pleasure, hiding pain. (Verse 2) In candlelit rooms, he makes his nest, Where echoes of the past attest. His hunger grows as night descends, On village folk, he quietly depends. He lures them with his hypnotic gaze, A dance of death in moon's soft haze. They feel the chill upon their skin, As he beckons them to let him in. (Bridge) Legends speak of his cursed fate, A life of darkness, sealed by hate. Crosses, garlic, are his control, Sunlight's touch will strike his soul. Yet, in the night, he reigns supreme, A timeless terror, a haunting dream. His thirst for life, it never ends, For it's the darkness he defends. (Verse 3) Whispers turn to fearful cries, As another victim meets his eyes. The village mourns, the night is long, The darkness sings his haunting song.