I sit here alone on this melancholy night Waiting patiently for my clock to strike midnight Jasmine incense and burning candles light my room All the while, my morbid heart is filled with her gloom I have been this way for the past three hundred years My wife is gone, and I hold back my vampire tears Please don’t get me wrong, for I love what I am Two nights hence her death, and now I don’t give a damn Maybe my fate would be if I walked in the sun Perhaps I should go out fo
