Look at that Vampire Knight,
that one in my sight.
He is handsome, he is bright,
but he is dark and such a fright.

He walks the earth forever.
Death always meaning never.
He walks the night that makes me shiver,
he can’t even catch a simple fever.

I envy him when he passes by,
How he never ages and can’t die.
He says this stinks with a deep sigh,
almost like he wants to cry,

And God’s name he cursed,
with a long and loud burst,
for his bloody eternal thirst,
and the life in which he was forced.

He tells me death is not so bad.
An eternal life is very sad,
and the only thing you feel is mad,
and death is not so bad,
because it ends the life he never had.