Black is the night full is the moon
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Picking the flesh from my teeth
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The thick fog rises midnight is soon
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Prowling the streets stalking for meat as the necrophiliac
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You cannot hide because I will find you
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And you will rot
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Approaching my victim I make my advance
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My eyes have her entranced
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With hands cold as death and skin white as bone
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Fangs are injected draining her blood the whore lies in pain
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With ripped out tendons and the marks of hell
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She will rot
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The thick fog is rising up to the moon
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The coffin opens
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I am the one who rises from the grave
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To drink the blood of the living
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Feeding the maggots leftover flesh
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It's frightening to know that I am dead
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And as the prince of hell I'm calling you
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Blood on the floor, blood in my mouth
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I love the taste of death
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Decaying afterbirth falls from her face
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To all of you people who do not believe I'm my sorcery from hell
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Held in my bondage and tortured to death
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And you will rot!
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Vampire
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| Rigor Mortis |
