Can't bear the divinity of sun rays,
so they hide in their dark coffins,
When it automatically opens in the midnight,
We see Gothic creatures with big fangs.
Upright they stand,
Viewing from the blood hunter's view,
They want nothing but the fresh human blood,
Leaving your body from inside nude.
With a body of human,
They fly like bats,
In that blood curling night,
They leave you from undone.
Vampires have now become a danger,
To your unshielded body,
So guard it under that divine sun,
Which has still not come.
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