Deaths Transformation

Transforming of energy that exists not knowing its destiny
Life changing as it grows and ages it struggles not to be extinct
Developing in time it becomes more powerful more wise more desirable 
Knowing where it has been it feels the time of death reborn
In the flight of night it can see the demons and it will call out their names
By the moon the shadows moving awaken from their graves
Where they disappear into the darkness the ground shakes
As the immortal blood saturates the earth the son of dracula rises
Centuries of suffering and separation awaiting the time to reunite
So beautiful so sensual the lust of her blood spread across her dress and face 
His lover his bride inside the tomb of the forbidden red roses
That lay across her breasts with a blood drenched wooden stake 

Driven through her stricken heart the curse of shame
Now is the time for a new transformation against the odds of damnation
Winged creatures in the sky shall be sworn to his side
Where the prince of darkness engages in maddening revenge
Ever to set free his lover with the kiss of unbinding capture 
And the transition transformed shall once again begin
Death shall not take life for life so cruel shall never die
A time for deaths transformation