Draculea

Ice in his veins, mountain of sticks. Suffers by the pain, of a blessed crucifix. First of his kind, impaler he is known. Leader of the blind, from his coffin throne. Jewels of his world, bodies nailed to wood. Waves of enemies hurled, where brave men stood. A velvety black cape, his shoulder drags on. Changer of any shape, at the approaching dawn. New blood of night, warmth and frozen grip. A disciple under twilight, on another hunger trip. There once was love, a mortal heart beating. Until the message above, sent the angels retreating. Beware this horrid beast, whom shall never die. Adore sunshine rising east, before your end is nigh.