Kindred

Since time untold we’ve stalked the night,
Demons of the witching hour,
Our lifeless immortality
Drives us to gain greater power.
We live an everlasting death,
Regretting most of what we’ve done,
Fearing those that we do hunt
With their stakes and blazing Sun.
We are haunted by the Beast
And hunted for our evil ways;
Into the abyss we fall
For into it we’ve too long gazed.