Coldhearted

Severe manor stood there for thousand years,
And noone dared visit, no guest appeared.
That castle wasn't lonely at sinful evenings,
There was some kind of party, the throne of meanness...

A clap of thunder cautions - it's home of deadmen,
Whose hearts stopped beating strongly without beheading.
They live apart forever - in brume and torpor,
And drink the blood at midnight - to cool hot copper.

Being coldhearted - it's not a bale,
Sure it's better - than hunting tail.
Look at others - the born will die,
Everlasting  - vampire's life!

Times are running - kings come and go,
Nothing safe from - destructive glow.
Sand expires - in human glass,
But vampires - another class!

The tongue of candle fire casts shades on figures,
That hang on ceiling silent, like water trickles.
Don't wake accruing vigour, just leave unflared,
'Cause shining eyes will smell you, and taste your claret.

Be vigilant till daylight, when walking there,
No answer from your senses, don't run full tear.
A ghost in bedroom tempting, but she's a faker,
She'll kiss you sweet then hit like the punch of raker.