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The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended, or so the story has been told,
that after feasting upon and killing the beloved daughter of a gypsy family,
the gypsy shaman cursed Angelus with a soul.
Damned to immortally walk the earth, never to know or pursue happiness,
for if a moment of joy were to be experienced,
it would release the hold of the curse.
His evil darkness would once again return.
His soul once again would be lost.
The power of Angelus's soul and conscience
would avoid this at any cost.
Blood, his only sustenance can no longer be attained from taking human life.
Surrounded by so many a human temptation
is the eternal challenge of Angelus's immortal cursed life.
He now must feed on the blood of vermin, chickens, cattle and swine.
never to know or experience true happiness
or evil Angelus will return big time.
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"What's happening to me? Something's horrifically wrong.
Why do I have this overwhelming sense of fear that I no longer belong?
What is this crippling feeling that seems to surround me?
Is this what is known as being afraid?
I am Angelus. Things like fear are alien to me.
Just ask any,...just ask any of the many,...just ask,
all the helpless victims I so mercilessly slain.
Sometimes they wouldn't scream. They were too petrified,
but children, children always screamed.
My God, the poor frightened children would always cry before they died.
Why do I now see and feel all the terror I instilled
on all these faces who now haunt me.
My God, all these faces of all these people I killed.
You'd think that with my many centuries past,..
...the past which boasts of all the horrible things I have done.
You'd think that with all I have butchered, killed and maimed
that I wouldn't be able to remember every single last one.
My God, what is happening? Where have I been?
Why was I this monster so consumed with the total embracing of sin?"
He hovered in the corner alone, frightened and cold.
All of his past horrors committed continued to unfold.
The vampire all vampires feared was no more.
He was now cursed with a soul
and the power of conscience is a power that evil can never endure.
The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended,
but there's still more story of this vampire to be told.
Such as his quest for redemption by protecting the helpless,
as Angel, The Vampire with a Soul.
Driving down the highway
In the pitch black dead of night
The hairs on the back of my neck
Indications, not all is right
A long meandering bend
In the distance reveals a glow
Has captured my curiosity
My driving runs to slow
I pull in to the kerbside
Beside a country church
I make my way towards the glow
In curiosity search
Up in the distance
I hear the sound of chanting
It has the feeling of evil
Dark, eerie and haunting
I reach a harvested clearing
Beside a tree I stand
The chanting is now a visual
Children in a circle stand
Standing in the middle
A figure is set ablaze
A wicker man type shape
As the fire with him plays
Once the chantings finished
The children start to dance
In hypnotic trancing fashion
They sing as they prance
Ring a ring of pumpkins
Theirs fire in his eyes
Us children of the fields
As we dance, the burning pumpkin cries
More and more they dance
As the flames climb his frame
The louder the children chant
Tells me, this is no game
As I slowly watch
The fire erupts through it's eyes
As if with a rush of oxygen
The last of all it's cries
When the fire deadens
The children turn and go
Every one a blond
Their eyes in yellow glow
Across the field they skip
Singing the same song
It's time for me to leave
For here I don't belong
Ring a ring of pumpkins
Theirs fire in his eyes
Us children of the fields
As we dance, the burning pumpkin cries
In nervous stealth like fashion
I head back to my car
My speed turns to fast
From that glow, I'll soon be far
The next day in the paper
And the headline on the news
In the town that I just drove through
A body in melted fuse
Every Halloween
A missing dispatch is sent
Am I the one who knows
How his last moments were spent
Every night for weeks
I cannot get to sleep
All I hear inside my head
Their words on me slowly creep
Ring a ring of pumpkins
Theirs fire in his eyes
Us children of the fields
As we dance, the burning pumpkin cries
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