A puissant sortilège hurts a vampire in the inside
Of his heart, now he doesnt know even his name,
For sure the life will be never the same
When the time will come, all will slide.
A strong sign appears in his feverish dreams
For some bad reasons maybe, never good ones,
A loud signal sent every day to everyone
Who is receptive, he's still a vampire focused on crime.
He looks like a zombie, but he can talk better
And very much when the fever is so high,
Sometimes he thinks that the day is the night
and conversely, but this doesnt matter.
Always hoping in his devise, about a miracle wich can come,
Becoming himself again, having deep feelings,
No need for him to be a king
Just an loving human as first he was born.