Lord Drakon

ENTERED IN THE VAMPIRES COMP



Reigning from his tomb in the Carpathian vistas,
In the cold frozen north where sun fears to tread.
A village of thralls worship him as a god!
Midnight feeding are a common affair
For those who dare to travel to his lair.

God or demon? Give him sacrifice
The flowing blood of little children will suffice.
Lapping at their necks before their twelve,
Sending little precious babies straight to burn in Hell.

The Nosferatu stands tall with corpse white skin
Marble skin stretched around his face with skeleton grin.
Red rimmed black orbs stare from the dead!
Mouth full of fangs, all are razor sharp
He reigns supreme, the king of the dark.

Legend or devil? The Boogeyman at night
Taking shifting forms as a bat takes its flight.
A lord of the slaughter, a master of sin
Bards in the day sing songs of him,

      “Lord Drakon walks beyond the light
      Seeking to devour
      All flesh within sight.
      He is that voice inside of your head
      Beckoning you
      To his halls of the dead.”

He has seen time go with the passing of the clouds
From deep within the confines of his shroud.
Undead flesh kept flawless by blood!
The all consuming blood suckling fiend
Is darkened monstrosity libertine.

The supreme parasite? Feeding on your life
With every drop of blood you fade.
The shadow in the night, the vermin takes to the skies
A demon in holy man guise.

Robed in dark magic, protected by your blood
He sneers at the lowly mortals tolling in the mud.
As a lord stares at his sheep!
This is the place where God fears to tread,
Drakon’s kingdom, the land of the dead.

Legend or devil? The Boogeyman at night
Taking shifting forms as a bat takes flight.
A lord of the slaughter, a master of sin
Bards in the day sing songs of him,

      “Lord Drakon walks beyond the light
      Seeking to devour
      All flesh within sight.
      He is that voice inside of your head
      Beckoning you
      To his halls of the dead.”