In shadows cast by midnight's chime, Where cold winds stir the ancient rhyme, The vampire's heart, a pounding drum, Whispers of a year to come. Beneath the cloak of endless night, With fangs that pierce the silver light, A vow is made to stand alone, To be oneself in blood and bone. The moon's dark eye, a watchful gaze, Sees past the masks of haunting days, And through the mists of time and fear, Strength is born in the new year. In gothic halls where secrets dwell, Echoes of truth begin to swell, For in the darkness of your name, Lies power, wild and untamed flame. So raise a glass to midnight's dawn, In shadows bold, your spirit drawn, Embrace the strength within your soul, A new year's dance to make you whole.