(Steele)  "Damn me Father, for I must sin..."  Four centuries of this damned immortality  Yet, I did not ask to be made. Why?  I will never again feel your sun upon my face  Or the comfort of a grave  I am not alive and I am not dead  This is Hell on earth  How can I possibly explain this eternal youth?  When I can do nothing, but sit by  As my loves grow old and wither  And with each of them, take a fragment of my heart  And prolong this endless winder  It is October's perpetual agony  It is the shadow realm  Father, please forgive him  For he knows not what to do  With every victim I pray for my own death  And as much as I love the night  I curse the moon's eerie glow  Tis bloodlust that drags me to forever  The toxic rays of dawn that condemn me to limbo  I am forced to dwell in grey Autumnal twilight  I am suspended in dusk  Father, please forgive him  For he knows not what to do  Father, please forgive him  For he knows not what to do