Claim of the Ventrue

by The Dark Prince of New York

I am Lord

What I was before does not matter, what I am now is all that applies,
as Caine gave down to his childer, I own everything under night’s skies,
it is my birthright granted me by Veddartha, my claim most righteous of all,
the blood within me is the blue-blood, my clansmen and I stand the most tall.

I am Lord,
I am Lord.

It was our father who was most favored, always at the Dark Father’s side,
that alone grants us our sovereignty, that alone is why our words you abide,
Who more apt than us to ruleth, none exist more ratified than us in design,
hate us not for our blessings, nurtured and suckeled from upon Caine’s vine.

For I am Lord,
I am Lord.

We have brought it all together, we have made it safe to walk the night,
live within our beautiful cities, and know what it is to claim Caine’s right,
All the traditions we shall enforce, the eyes of Seth’s children shall never see,
what dwells inside the bodies of every vampire, everything they shall never be.

Because I am Lord,
I am Lord.

My skin the consistency of marble, a mind that penetrates the mind’s of all,
my mere presence the stuff of legends, making them love me or fear a fall,
my claim to fame is lack of failures, my blue blood guaranteeing my success,
I know I am the greatest of kindred, for Caine would accept nothing less.

I am Lord,
I am your Lord.

We are the backbone of the office, princes and leaders fill our ranks,
we do it because that’s what we are, there’s no need to give us thanks,
I can make the rich among you envious, your banks take loans from me,
no need to look to see who’s king of the hill, if you look up I’m the one you’ll see.

For I am Lord,
I am Lord.

I refuse none of my own a safe place to sleep, a lesson you other’s could learn,
always have pride in your consanguineous, or you should meet the sun and burn,
it is as the Gangrel speak of the wolves, each wolf of the pack knows his place,
Have no shame for what is your niche, for we are the alphas of the kindred race.

We are the Lords,
I am Lord.

Some may say we are haughty, some may even say that arrogance is our way,
we simply acknowledge our superiority, jealousy causes those things you say,
Look at me, see my proud glory, recognize our symbol of crown and sword,
what I can’t do with one, I can do with the other, now you know why I am Lord.

I am your Lord,
forever am I. Lord,
I am Lord.

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