Vampire

Shadow of death
Buried alive?
Forsaken from the heaven's
By the bite, they would die
Receding elegance and selfishness
Needy for the drop
Of human blood
Pale and suave
Periced with fangs
Peirce the strike
Holy Curcify will bring better days
Handsome, they charm you
Like the siren's song
No matter where you hide
They always lurk behind you
Sense of a bat
Cursed by Satan's cat
They died to live to kill
Satan slaves
Reign