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My creator was consumed with revenge

Consumed with revenge against life itself

Pointe Du Lac my plantation he sought

Unaware of the danger we wrought

He sowed the seeds to his own destruction

Blood fiend

We own the night

And from empty plates we dine

As this haunted house burns

I curse the day i was born

Venus shone to light a broken path

From there i wandered to the edge of my lands

I overheard the slaves speak of revolt

They realized it was Satan they served

Blood fiend

We own the night

And from empty plates we dine

As this haunted house burns

I curse the day i was born

I have thrown it all away

Into the black horizon

This is no drunken nightmare

The opium claret its charm i resisted

On the corpses of bats i feasted

By my own hand i cannot die

A sinner in all eyes

A hex, a curse, a coward am I

The end in sight

Our game recognized

Their whiplashed bodies

came screaming blasphemies

With the moon as my witness

I tore down the curtain

The stars wept in silence

As the gazed upon the slaughter

I left it all behind to rot