by Hans Westh

‘Pon my tortured soul
Light shines, cover my eyes
‘Fraid to loose the whole

Oh, this damned blood
Cursing in my heart-vein
Call’t mad, call’t wise
Mad, may be free reign

A thousand fractures
and the dance of the fool
Mind covered in damp cold
Covered in the softest wool

“What do you see”
Is all you ask
Answer naught
T’is my task

Remember now, and remember then
We are the Family
Family Malkavian
And should I struck down be
I know this, then
That my Embrace
Will
In
The
Family
Malkavian
… be.