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Through halls of dust and shadowed stone

He lingers, unseen, yet ever watching

A specter of famine, a curse in the fog

The first-born wraith of the endless night

The bell tolls, the rats devour

Withering hands stretch toward the dawn

But no sun shall break the iron veil

No life shall bloom where he walks

Silent and gaunt, a monarch of rot

Through fevered dreams he drinks the breath

A whisper of death upon your throat

His name, unspoken, yet burned in the dark

No heartbeat, no soul, no rest

No grave deep enough to hold him

A hunger that no time can silence

A shadow that no fire can purge

The cross turns to ash

in his gaze

The priest’s words

swallowed in fear

From the vaults

of decay he rises

Nosferatu

unbound

eternal