Of all the Ribelle - The Brave and all the bold.
The race of blood had stories told.
About their barren fortress of red.
About the fact that they were dead.
Close the ruby studded door.
Of your black coffin on the marble floor.
Etched in stone were all their names.
And from their wrists to hell are chains.
In their palms lie burning coals.
Frozen solid is their souls.
From your veins, te blood now pours.
Stand da that vampire of yours.


Poem da Mimiii the Vampiyaa taco :3 o Vampiyaa <3 whichever one te prefer ;P