As I walk through the valley of the shadows of death I fear not...
seen as a freak of nature to the world I accept in what I am...
battle duels chalange I will overcome and defeat shall not fall...
A childer to coven and stalker of the night...
To be secretive and never betray...
the day I was made was to be recalled as the most highly hornorable greatest...
born of power and such strength...
bold and broode and yet cold and crude...
black heart and witchery...
taught the lust of life...
drink deeply and dream...
protector of my own and coven...
flying through the night I give thanks and one love to the greatest gift given and love from a sire ever shown...
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