Title:    Prisoner of the Night
By:       Mike Richards
Original: Never Give Up, by Mike Whitaker
Date:     July 25, 1997

In the darkest hour, when the air is chill and cold,
I listen to the voices of a thousand happy souls,
All forget the victims of the Vampire's evil schemes,
They never see the dreadful truth that lies behind their dreams.

  I am Master of the Night,
  It is my home and I have made it so with every death I take,
  I have no need of gun or knife,
  I find no lack of prey when skulking in the shadows of the night.

Now I ask what can there be that is worth living for?
You see, I'm sick of killing, sick of death, and sick of gore,
Those vices in the shadowed streets will never let me be,
Until I kill my bretheren and set the living free.

  I am Hunter of the Night,
  It is my home and I will fight for it with every death I take,
  I will not take one single life,
  Save those who stalk and prey while skulking in the shadows of the night.

I have naught to hope for, save a promise I was made,
From one who, though my enemy, accepted still my aid,
Her voice among the multitudes is calling to me yet:
"You shall see the day again - do not e'er forget!"

  I am Prisoner of the Night,
  It is my world and is my cell, for there is nothing else I have
  I may but see the sun's warm light,
  Through she, who'd give to me my freedom from the shadows of the night.

  I am Prisoner of the Night,
  It is my world and is my cell, for there is nothing else I have
  I may but see the sun's warm light,
  Through she, who'd give to me my freedom from the shadows of the night.