Scandinavian Dark
Eternal twilight rules this land. A shadowed moon of frost and sand, as pale as winter snow.
In the night’s cold stream, a northern chill bites the air. The wind whispers through hollow trees, a hymn to the past.
A silhouette moves with steps unseen, with hunger untamed. Her beauty something death once gave.
In this Scandinavian dark, where hearts like hers find peace. Eternal night, eternal pain, the vampire walks her unlit endless road of foreverness.