We are the prey and you'll die if you stay.
The creatures call ensures my death.
I wished for a day
I could pick up and live without a care.
I wished it all, and now I'm dead.
Hear him scratching at the walls?
Tremble then freeze with fright.
Feasting blood is his only vice.
Armed with a silver bullet, put it through hi heart.
Descend to the final hour; it's now him or you.

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