Centuries of Silence - Ancient Vampire Song | The Haunted Hollow Orchestra

A gothic vampire ballad from The Haunted Hollow Orchestra, telling the story of an ancient creature cursed to walk through centuries of silence, hunger, memory, and night. “Three hundred years… and I’m not done.” From Haunted Hollow Records™. Original concept and visual production presented by Haunted Hollow Records™. © 2026 Haunted Hollow Records™. All rights reserved. Subscribe for more original horror music, vampire songs, monster rock, haunted carnival music, gothic ballads, and cinematic dark fantasy from Haunted Hollow Records™. 🛍️ Haunted Hollow Designs & Merch: Step deeper into the darkness... Shop horror mugs, posters, and gothic designs inspired by the Haunted Hollow: 👉 https://thehauntedhollowco.etsy.com #VampireSong #GothicMusic #HauntedHollowRecords #DarkOrchestra #HorrorMusic Lyrics: Three hundred years since I drew breath Three hundred more I'll walk with death The moon knows my name better than the sun ever did I traded that light for the dark I live in Every face I've loved has turned to dust Every vow I've kept has turned to rust I am the shadow at the window pane Watching centuries turn to rain So don't you pity what you can't understand The hunger isn't hate, it's just the hand That fate dealt me the night I died And rose up on the other side I am the dark that outlives the flame I am the cold that forgets your name Come closer, love, and you'll understand Why no one leaves here the way they came Centuries of silence, centuries of night I traded my soul for the appetite I've worn a hundred different names Buried in a hundred different graves Dug myself out every single time Death was never a match for mine You want to know what forever costs It's every single thing you've lost The taste of sunlight, the warmth of skin The mercy that I can't let in So don't you pity what you can't understand The hunger isn't hate, it's just the hand That fate dealt me the night I died And rose up on the other side I am the dark that outlives the flame I am the cold that forgets your name Come closer, love, and you'll understand Why no one leaves here the way they came Centuries of silence, centuries of night I traded my soul for the appetite Sometimes I stand where the churchyard ends And whisper names of forgotten friends I don't remember their faces now Just the sound of the dirt going down And I wonder, if I could choose again Would I let the coffin lid close in Or would I still climb from the grave Just to feel something, anything, this way I am the dark that outlives the flame I am the cold that forgets your name Come closer, love, you already understand Why no one leaves here the way they came Centuries of silence, centuries of night I am the hunger, I am the night Three hundred years... and I'm not done Three hundred more before the sun