"In the middle of the night,
His grave, gaping wide,
Quietly outs the hungry Sprite,
On his horse to ride.
Hurrah! The dead do ride apace,
And over the land he speeds.
Finding prey they all give chase,
And on our blood he feeds.
Look forth, look forth, the moon shines bright,
He and the dead gallop fast through the night.
From The Rhyme of the Vampire Knight, a popular Bretonnian poem.[1a]


  • 1: Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Night's Dark Masters
    • 1a: pg.10

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