Shiver, quiver, feel my wrath.
Silent now, or meet your death.
No complaints that I do tolerate.
Your fault, by all your hate
Frightened are you, by my sight.
What did you expect, in the dead of night.
The angel which I resemble, am I not.
Threatless, I seem, slayed will they be, by me
Set my fangs, bite their pittied neck.
Thrink their blood, till none is left.
I take their lifes, like I wished those creatures had mine.
(Sorry als er spellingsfouten inzitten, had geen kans om te controleren)