Uncle Ghoul's stories

Listen little one, To Uncle Vampire's tales. I'll tell you how I ripped a throat apart With fangs. A hundred years, this crypt grew tight. Too many years, I'm sick of waiting. Once upon a time, the world was bright and Well-fed. I slept with a smile on my face. Back then, I lived for the hunt, For the sun to fear beneath the moon. My only fear was seeing the sun and burning Up before the afternoon. For when I played with a tender prize, I'd lose all sense of time and place. Then suddenly before my eyes, the deadly dawn would Show its face. Listen little one, to Uncle Vampire's Tales. I'll tell you how I ripped a throat apart With fangs. How rivers of blood ran red. No mercy, never full. No fear inside my head. I was young. I was young. I was strong. I was strong. Wildly in love with the terror Of the dark all along. The wind moans low Through the stones. A flash of lightning cuts the door. It's time to move, the hour has come. I've gone all day without a drop. The rain beats hard against my wings. It lashes blackness through my face. I tear through night on beating wings, Straight for that long-awaited place. I marked this victim moons ago. Now let her tremble, let her hide. I'll tear apart that lovely form. There's nowhere left for her to run tonight. I'm such a rascal, such a rogue. I love to feast, I love to play. And if somebody says they mind, Well, to Hell with what they say. Listen little one, to Uncle Vampire's Tales. I'll tell you how I ripped a throat apart With fangs. But everything will fade and die, When you've lived five hundred years beneath the Sky. There's no joy left anymore. Just the same old tiresome blood-red meal once More.