In the shadows of the night, where darkness reigns,
Lies a technology shrouded in mysterious chains,
To preserve the bodies of vampires, ancient and cold,
Instilling fear in hearts, tales of old.

Discover now the enigmatic art,
That keeps these creatures from falling apart,
A secret science, a forbidden lore,
Guarding the undead, forevermore.

In chambers hidden from the mortal eye,
Lies the machinery that makes vampires defy
The ravages of time, the grasp of decay,
A technology that keeps them at bay.

In vats of liquid silver, they rest,
Their bodies preserved, a macabre test,
Instruments of power hum and whir,
To maintain the undead in a state so pure.

Fearful whispers echo in the night,
Of the machines that give vampires their fright,
For those who witness this eerie sight,
Know the power that lurks in the dead of night.

Enigmatic technology, a tool of dread,
Ensuring that vampires stay undead,
Those who encounter these monstrous beings,
Feel the chill that the darkness brings.

So tread carefully in the shadows deep,
Where secrets and fears forever keep,
For the technology that guards the vampire’s rest,
Is a force that none should dare to test.