They'll drink your blood and steal your soul,
They'll suck your brain out of your nose,
You'll scream on sight of beings so foul,
Their gross odour will curl your toes.
But for some there is a saviour,
A certain gallant vampire,
Cursed with a soul and a concience,
His services for free or for hire.
An angel of darkness in a city of light,
Born of a demon but a soul so bright,
Stalking the shadows, evil he'll fight,
So the city of angels is safe in the night.
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