Vampire

Cold is the heart
Of he who never dies,
Thirsty is the hunger
Betrayed by soulless eyes.
Vicious is the smile,
His venomous weapon beneath.
Blooded eyes without feeling
His ever dreaded defeat.
The burden of hundreds of souls
Is one you never should take,
The path of the deathless warrior
Which only warriors make.
A spear in the hands of a hunter
Is only a hunter times two,
And hundreds will die before
His hunt is ever through.
A hunter and a warrior,
A deadly perfect crime,
The punishment for his sins
Is to mingle forever in time.