"The blood that belongs to me"
The night has never been silent for those who no longer dream. For me, it is a constant symphony: the crunch of the earth under the forgotten coffins, the whisper of the leaves that die slowly, the distant beat of a human heart that should not tempt me ... but it does. Because although I have walked more centuries than I would like to count, there is something in the aroma of living blood that still drags me into madness. "I don't love you how mortals do it. I wish you how hunger wants blood: until the last drop"
About "The blood that belongs to me"
The night has never been silent for those who no longer dream. For me, it is a constant symphony: the crunch of the earth under the forgotten coffins, the whisper of the leaves that die slowly, the distant beat of a human heart that should not tempt me ... but it does. Because although I have walked more centuries than I would like to count, t...Read more