Talks of a lunatic with the moon on sunday morning

This is who i am now. But it wasn't always like this. There was a place, there was a time, no to far from here, not long ago, when things made sence, when I was prince charming and you were the princess in the tower and the demons and dragons did not exist. Better times...

So, what happened to us?. In that moment I was frozen in time, wanting to scream my silence, but without a voice, without a sigh, without a lament. When did you move to the dark side of the moon and let me here in earth with these stinky human. I am not a human now, i have just tell you...

But thank you, you have made me inmortal, because all those who do not needs a heart can't die, but also, can not fuking feel anymore, ¡we don't wanna feel anymore¡.

Now I have just woke up, i'm hungry, i need fresh skin, warm blood. I will looking for one of those poor bastards, maybe a young pretty woman. Mmm... ¡sound good, sound very fuking good!. I will fly so long, so high, so far, listening the scream at my step, turning my shadow on the angel of death the creeping death.

Don't worry, i will back againg, may be next time you can make it rotate slower, and see us face to face...