All that the Red Vampire did was think she was best,
but face to face with a mirror called fate she lost rest.
Every stroke is just a ran down house evicted by my mind.
And every flash just as gravity pushing into line.
So I just use numbers as my stake, respect which repels.
The common Czar who only whispers in shadows' spells.
Entering an empty world surrounded by vampires.
I stand alone in a lab finding a God who inspires.