Beneath the neon glow and concrete sprawl,
In shadowed alleys where whispers call,
Dwells a syndicate of night, fierce and grand,
The notorious, enigmatic Fang Gang band.
In the heart of New York, where secrets hide,
They move in silence, side by side,
Cloaked in mystery, veiled by night,
They wait for the dragon, their guiding light.
Lucifer, the Rooster, their ancient sire,
Whose ember eyes set their souls on fire.
From age to age, in whispers told,
A prophecy of power, bold and cold.
This band of vampires, sharp and sleek,
In every shadow, they silently speak.
The Fang Gang, bound by blood and fear,
Hailing the dragon's return, the time is near.
Their fangs are sharp, their will is strong,
In the dark, they've waited so long.
To reignite the flames of old,
To grasp the world in their bold hold.
Under the moon, a silent pact,
With Rooster's return, they'll enact
A world where shadows rule the day,
And the Fang Gang leads the fray.
In dreams, they ride with wings unfurled,
Across a sleeping, unsuspecting world.
The night is theirs, and soon the day,
When Rooster leads and shows the way.
From Central Park to the shores of East,
Their numbers swell, both man and beast.
With every bite, a new ally,
Underneath the starless sky.
So heed this tale, a warning clear,
The Fang Gang's rise is drawing near.
With the dragon at their side,
In darkness, they will no longer hide.