The autumn leaves are gently dancing  Upon the soil in which i lie  My place of rest for the living hidden  Far away from their prying eyes  Summoned by the monn ascending  Toward the surfice i slowly rise  To once again stroll the path of darkness  Crimson coloured it before me lies    I won't brake the masquerade  As i stalk my pray at night  Death comes swift and silent my dear  You won't feel the bite  And when the morning finally comes  Draind from blood you will be found  A withered flower in an alleyway  Under a shroud of frost, blaek and pale    In my tomb, my haven dark  I wait in dreamless sleep  The day to pass, the dusk to come  The time to leave my keep