[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
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With the curse of death he stands
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In the darkness cold and black
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Looking over the lands preparing his attack
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Hunger nagging at his belt
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Spreading his wings far and wide
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To sail across the countryside
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The impaler is known to everyone around
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He'll sneak into your room at night
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And feast without a sound
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He's a mysterious figure in black
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Roaming the city bringing death
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Pestilence from rats invaders by the score
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Plaguing the people with disease
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Running scared nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
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Running through the woods and over the countryside
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Must escape this nightmare, put an end to this dream
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Let us come together, put an end to all his schemes.
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Nosferatu is his name and he's spreading his curse
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'Cross the land, feel his eyes take your soul
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Heed my words, run if you can <i>[Repeat]</i>
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Taste of blood upon his teeth the beast is ready for to fly
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Soaring to his victory, she is virgin fare, I can taste her in my mouth
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Now he's in her parlor bending for a feast
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Looking up in wonder she seduced the evil beast
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"Oh, stay all night with me and you can have your way"
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Morning brings the sunlight and his ashes blow away
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Symphony Of Terror
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Jag Panzer |