Game: Vampyr. Page 1

The poet has no right to hide his feelings.

Curiosity leads people where the weak dare not go.

It is true you said. Man is his own judge. The only question is how severe.

People will always believe in monsters... It's easier than to admit their own sins.

The wise hunter sometimes lets go of the prey,
but only when he has enough power to catch a new one.

Let this fading light merge with the shadows,
spun him in a slow waltz of life and death...

The twelve dreams of the Queen is sleeping under the crown of stones.
Eight nights, eight gave rise to ferocious beasts.
Four nail only give the sinner eternal rest.
Ascends to heaven a prayer about who goes to battle.
Perhaps the hour of the fall of proud of ancient London.
Perhaps his people are dancing in the face of death one last time.
Faced with the ominous and unknown, the people began to look for answers.
To believe in omens, the power of the stars, bad signs.
To listen to the priests who explained what was not an explanation.
Disillusioned with religion, people turned to science.
I watched them build cities
and create weapons for their endless wars.
The old answers were forgotten, raise new questions.
What is darkness, not hiding the light?
What is a wall, not enslaved to the stone?
What is glass, not tortured sand?
What is the song, not a battle cry?
That is hatred, not of a faded love?
What is life if not waiting for death?