Ode to the Gangrel

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.

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