by Luna

Each night he watches her go to sleep
Each night he’s in her dreams
She wonder who is this man that stalk her in her dreams
He whisper in her ear every night
She and still she wonder who is this man that stalk my dreams
He love he smell of her hair
And she doesn’t know who is this mystery man
He can’t stand the thought of losing her
But deep in his cold dead heart he know
He can’t be with her, but that won’t stop him from loving her forever

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.

by morkeleb_dragon@hotmail.com

I am Desire, quench me, take me,
Revel forever within me.
I am the Night, come to me, breathe me,
Accept my heavenly embrace.
I am the Darkness, believe in me, be me,
Become part of my coven.
I am a Vampyre, feel me, feed me,
Share thy soul with me.
I am death, covet me, accept me,
Reside in my breast until
Life calls to thee once more.

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.

by The Dark Prince of New York

I Walk Alone
Walking down the road, the road of no sunlit streams,
always on my guard from foes, or so to me it seems,
I’m just a lone-sung outlander, trying to make his way, I do not seek approval,
I do not care about what you say.

I walk alone,
I walk alone.

It really doesn’t
frighten me, you get used to anything given time,
100’s of years of drinking the blood, 100’s of years searching for the sign,
No one cares, no one loves, because to none can I make it known,
No one place could ever be enough, I move on, and so I walk alone.

I walk alone,
I walk alone.

Nothing but this
suitcase, no home that lasts longer than a day,
no one to even talk to, and there is no one to hear the words I say,
some people are born to be alone, others are loners who choose the path,
some never had the choice, and other’s have earned it through god’s wrath.

I walk alone,
I walk alone.

I’ve searched near
and far, I’ve climbed every fucken mountain in my way,
I have traveled through every night there is, still searching for my lost day,
With a walking stick in one hand, and my fingers’ clawed in the other,
Always seeking my promised land, where in I may find another.

So I walk alone,
I walk alone.

The stick to guide me
on the path, and my claws to meet any comers,
for first I must survive life’s winters, if I am to ever reach her summers,
No one understands me, no one ever loves the man unknown,
and so as I travel ever onward, I know that I must walk alone.

I walk alone,
I walk alone.

I’ve traveled from
one side of the world, clear to the other side,
stopping here, sleeping there, and occasionally I’d hitch a ride,
why do I keep going, I often wonder, when I know I am forever damned,
because I am all I have in this world, so I must be my greatest fan.

So I walk alone,
I walk alone.

Not much of a fan,
really, because I don’t care if I make it through,
each night goes by in accord, more blood, the same because nothing’s new
and in case there is a wondering why, in case it must be known,
I’ve never had the choice, for my sire’s seed demands I walk alone.

I’ve walked alone,
I walk alone.
I’ll always walk alone.

by Chase Feonsdotter

Every night she drinks wine and cream,
And dresses in fine, silken lace.
Coverlets pulled up tight to her chin,
She dreams of another place.

Faraway whispers of starlight and mist —
A place she’s only been in her mind.
Where fairies dance on the waves of the sea,
With the wishes she’s come for to find.

Waken the dawn,
Chase away the night magic with it’s light.
Child of the moon creep away;
Run and hide with mother midnight.

And the angel now opens her eyes to the day,
Blue as the sky above.
Tonight you will dream of your kingdom again,
And sup upon dreams, light, and love.

by Fred Ellis

Rarify my chance to be true
In this last breath I take of you
Pulling forth your barren breast
Towards my lips this damned test

Your body slipping from my hands
A final lover by you now stands
See the ended light of you
Now fallen gone and through

Another moment rises near and I do not betray
The secret of my lovers that died the other day
I hold you tight as the one before
I drain you dry and leave you sore

In death you leave this realm in peace
No longer do you care
Another night and one more love I send
With one more vacant stare.

by Millicat

The blood of lover’s
never was so sweet
As that which flows from thine immortal kiss.
What innocence and passion we deplete!
From sacrificial lambs we carve our bliss.

We slash through bodies and morality
Feeding that which never can be sated.
We hunger for our long lost chastity
So long ago, new at love, elated.

I offer you this rose, this girl, this boy
Plucked in perfection moments before bloom,
A Valentine of centuries lost joy,
A moment of discovery and doom.

I give what I desire: first love’s breath.
I give you all I am. I give you death..

by Millie

To gain attention of divinity
The wretched sycophant will earn its hate
Preferring agony to apathy
Humiliating carnal wrath will sate

In gorging needs with crimson sacrament
Despising each exalted draught of lies
The wasted bloody tears dare not repent
Devotion to a god one must despise.

Obsession is a poor facsimile
For cravings that beg grief and ridicule
Corrupted needs transgress obscenity
And make the lusts of madness miniscule

Drink thrice for immortality undone
The source of want and woe forever one

by Millie

Your haven,
A shrine,
Testament,
Tribute divine.

You loved long
dead
To life eternal;
Saved savants from
Ignominy infernal.

No gun cowes
Like thine adoration
Transmuting fear
To inspiration.

Poser is
love
By another name -
Immortality through
Your passion’s fame.

Blood of my blood

Cannot bestow
Your brand of forever -
Visions vitae you flow.

We mourn your passing
Wracked with pain.
In torment turned art
You will remain.