Night falls,
darkness calls.
A vampire walks the streets,
blood is what he needs,
peace is, what he's longing for.
When he passes by your door,
you won't realize who he is.
You'll never learn he's this.
A creature of the night,
a victim of a bite,
that lasts for years,
that's cruel and caused tears.
He's of our kind, he's one of us,
if he dies, it's our loss.
We're living like you are,
we might be near or far.
When we meet don't be afraid,
what made us this, it was just fate.
Believe us, we are serious,
we're neither bad nor dangerous.