Child of perfection, this little girl of wondrous gold,

My teeth sank into her flesh, drawing forth her crimson essence,

Granted this Dark Gift by the Brat Prince of old,

His blood in mine, a death that I was sentenced.

Adored by we, her immortal fathers,

Spoiled with a love that lived forever,

Spoiled with countless dolls to our vampyre daughter,

If only today we could be together.

I pleaded for Claudia not to slay the Prince,

But I saw in Claudia a ghastly rage,

And opened his throat inch by inch,

The Brat Prince slain, by a child that never aged.

From New Orleans to Paris, seeking forth our kind,

Who lurk the streets where darkness is king,

The Undead who rendered mortals blind,

The Theatre of Vampyres, who forever act and sing.

Casted into the sun, my darling Claudia,

Casted into ash with her lovely Madeline,

My heart torn from me in a fury of lament,

As I called forth vengeance with fire,

Knowing my vampyric torment will never end.