He resides in the shadows,

he works through the night.

These demons of Hell

they'll force him to fight.

With his gun and silver bullets,

he'll tear apart their souls.

The more blood and guts there is,

the greater his amusement grows.

For his master Hellsing

there's nothing he won't do.

Including killing those lesser vamps,

who've caused trouble a time or two.

For his one and only,

his child of bloody dark,

he gives a will of killing,

and forever leaves his mark.

For that ignorant Valentine,

a bullet to the head.

This world would be much better

with those stupid brothers dead.

Now we raise our glasses,

praising a life forever scarred.

This is where we give our thanks-

A toast to Arucard!