From the Dead lyrics

(San Francisco version)

Lestat:
It suits me well, this modern world
The righteous find depraved
For one who’s lived three centuries
A stranger to the grave
The years roll by, and rules that I
Was taught to honor and revere
In this new age of telling all
Seem threats exempt of fear
I’ve read in recent times the claims
That literature has made
The image of my kind is just
A comic book charade
They demonized this thing that I became
The truth is lost, the cliches still remain
And from the dead there springs a tale that must be told
And epic life connected
Through a single thread of gold
And how from death into damnation I was hurled
It’s time this vampire shared his story with the world!

(New York version)

Lestat:
Before today, this bloody field was my own hunting ground.
I stalked my prey, I tracked it down, and moved without a sound.
Then, like a plague, this wolf pack came and tipped the scales of change.
How to strange to be the hunter and then become the game.

What I set out to kill found me and, henceforth, blood did flow.
My horse came out from under me, my dogs died in the snow.
But fear was never present, I was calm and unafraid.
The man I was before this fight is ever changed today.

My blood, it roars like thunder in this mortal breast,
Purified by battle and the smell of death.
The blood-red scent of slaughter fills my lungs.
And from the dead a new awakening comes.

And from the dead I feel a strength I've never known,
A thrill that fills my heart, yet chills me to the bone.
And from the dead, the power of the wolf is torn.
It seems as if from death a whole new world is born.

See me...wolfkiller!
See me...wolfkiller!
See me!