Where before, against my desire, I was penetrated
Through coercion by their virile member, which injected
In me the tepid and viscous seed of life; presently,
Against their will, I compellingly pierce their flesh with my
Predatory fangs, to slurp their warm and fluid river of life.
Where once I was the victim, nowadays I am the foe.
I hate them and scorn them for their warm and living bodies,
So fragile and corruptible, subject to injuries
And decay, making for their finite lifespan, their scourge of
Mortality. They fear and hate my cold dead flesh, stamp of
The undead, unmindful of its endurability,
That it grants me virtual invulnerability,
Endowing me with an eternal existence.
I am of the undead, and death to those who are not mine.