The Vampire Sits, The Vampire Writes
The Vampire sits, the Vampire writesHe's inspired by the dead of night
Waiting, listening, for the howling to begin
It envelopes and warms his icy skin
The Vampire writes, the Vampire waits
He's longing to help one meet their fate
A beautiful girl walking by
On this night she will catch his eye
The Vampire waits, the Vampire plans
He's going to take her by the hand
Leading her to certain doom
He'll have her believe it's just a room
The vampire plans, the Vampire strikes
Her neck, his first meal this night
Holding her in his arms so tight
She will not see the morning light.
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