Where Will You Rest Your Head?

Cross the river, oh poisoned sinner.
Your tears run black, you cursed one.
When the water flows red,

Where will you rest your head?

The heartbeat of the night
Caress my gilded horns, pure one.
In the moonlight I am fed,

Where will I rest my head?

A beaded necklace of blood,
Teeth in the night.
A breath from the dead,

Where will he rest his head?

A deep dive into a world of jealousy vampire Getou feels for the ones who walk in the light. Or more specifically, the One.