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Rivers of blood flow cross the burning barren wastes of what was our home. Time ceases to have meaning as we watch the bitterness of war ravage this once beautiful land. The flight of our people preludes the demise of our nation. The rivers of blood that flow provide no nourishment for the nosferatu for such a river is filled with pestilance and is spawned by the dead. We seek our sustanance but no such prey is to be found. Dark thoughts turn our heads as we travel the lands of the living. Strive not to survive on this forsaken shore yet seek the dark heart which is our home. Let me in and loose the hell born demons which shall for a short time hunt our prey for us. See the human cattle which we seek? They run before us as the lofty gazelle before the mighty leopard, yet our flight shall speed onward upon the wings of night for the power is ours to command. Heaven denied us and Hell rejects us so upon this world we wander, hunted and hunter alike, yet we shall survive for we are nosferatu, we are the children of darkness, we are the immortal ones. ©

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