A thousand years I have been a drain
A drain on human life
Living within the shadows
Drinking and spreading strife
I leave a trail of mourners
My legacy is real
Every night is someone new
Someone new I kill
A thousand years and still I go
Spreading death and causing woe
A thousand more I may yet exist
Because I was cursed when I was kissed
Granted the gift of eternal life
Cursed to spread death and strife
I exist to cause you pain
So each night I rise again
Someone new is approaching now
Someone new will die, I vow
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