Trial by Blood
Originally Written by Jason Deacon Frost (AKA Wolf Ramboz)

As begun in France, a sacred dance
Blood of living became the key
His want for trust and then the lust
Had lead him straight to me
A man of slangs and secret fangs
Longed for me to guide
It wouldve stood as all and good
If Armand had never lied

Moonlight sun had just begun
Matched against starless sky
He felt encaged and simply enraged
But the truth, it will never lie
Behind his eyes was a rare disguise
That lingered until the dawn
His looks were true to whom he drew
A large and glorious con

His last breath had been his death
And theater became his stay
In all my years, through all my tears
I lived and played the nights away
The fans came from many lands
From rich down to poor
His coven of pires were a bunch of liars
And they danced to music and lore

What they never did see was what could be
If they had really seen my face
But I played the part from the heart
And hid behind the lace
Though a cover of skin his what was within
I fought to keep my name
But I felt the tide deep inside
And played it all the same

What I failed to realize were all the many ties
Armand had made in his day
And he told of Louis who fell to his knees
Who kept his maker at bay
And the demon of fall, Lestat of all
About his blood-lust and dream
To be a star from near and far
It was all of a marvelous scheme

So under moonlight we moved out site
To a place so far from home
Till me and Lestat, together we sat
His voice and song a drone
He among us reached the young
With Enkils stories of old
He wore his hair down to there
And his eyes the tales told

What did he decide to make him hide
To make him fade away
It was neither the gun nor the sun
That scared him away that day
It was the fact of my tact
And what he really did see
The face of every place
That lived deep inside me

Armand had once said that I truly was dead
Something that I could not hide
But fear and fang never explained
Why I never told my side
Dagmantis I was named to give the pain
Of a million years before
The wolf was back running the pack
Simply returning to settle the score

In so many years of taunts and jeers
They never thought something was missing
So many times he had told the lies
But I could see sky the sun was kissing
To tell the truth, I took the youth
And my stake did claim
The sound of feet down on the street
Echoed the terror of my game

Armand felt cheated and nearly defeated
By one whom he had called his own
I strolled the place, a vampire disgrace
And found him sadly alone
His ship had sunk in the dip
And he saw me at the fault
That day I said to the dead
"Es ist sehr kalt"

His kind I did not find
And I left him with the pain
If he had told of my true form of old
I wouldve left them where they had lain
But his truth wasnt with the youth
And the price of death they paid
So, so sad for the once young lad
Who by their side had once played

And now I search upon the Earth
For ones who committed the crime
They know and hide low
Hoping I wont find them in time
But things are fast and never last
This fact I know well
And I set my eyes to the skies
As the last of them fell

Time plays us as fools in many duels
As I have often been taught
But things to be learned are often yearned
And so much must be sought
Truth comes beyond the youth
This for certain I can tell
While you live, be it faith you five
And never let your soul be the one to sell

As begun in stance, a sacred dance
Blood of the dead became the key
His want for trust and then the lust
Had run him away from me
A man of slangs and secret fangs
Longed for stars to guide
It would've stood as all and good
If I had never lied