On the dark path wanders without stopping
loneliness, lust, temptation and voracious hunger
only the red moon guides him on his way
waiting for a new maiden
who cannot escape, drinking her soul to the end
as the sweet warm blood slides down his palate
as he delights to hear her scream

The shadow of red death
is spreading endlessly
so everyone knows
by the corpses scattered
in this mournful passing
that brings fear to every inhabitant of the place
Knowing that there is no dwelling where they can hide.

Nowhere will they be able to safeguard their lives
when the master's stalking undermines dignity
barren souls blood will weep
food to the beast with their contribution that a breath shall be
fanning its immortal aggressive spirit
that fades like a mist without end
camouflaging itself in the loneliness of an eternal night, that will never retrace

The light of dawn puts an end to tillage
hiding him in eternity's frontiers
buried in the family crypt
from where every night he breathes again
leaving a stench of death
that will never be erased from the silent memory
to a people that only knows how to mourn

An old coffin in the holy earth will keep him
as always expectant, plunged in the depths
hungry and thirsty waiting only for the opportunity
for the probity of the evil one
a new valley let him scourge
with decay or pestilence, either is ideal
until all life blinds

Again and again, its cycle turns in a wheel of chance.
447 years are already the sum of eternity
that will turn the old body into a weak body
without the possibility of eternal rest
forcing it finally to yield
in front of the new generations eager for power
setting high goals to surpass
before the vampire throne can be granted to them.

Death, however, will always be his companion
when horror and panic, their memories will lodge
in those long dreams of an immortal vampire
who for ever and ever will reign
no matter how many unwary falls into its bazaar
thinking that someday he will only retire
leaving behind his voracious life.

447 Años en la Eternidad