| Can you see her, slender and pale?
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| But so graceful, she walks down the stairs
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| A perception of mist fills the air
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| The kiss of darkness, the baron’s own heir
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| In the tower, shadows lurk
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| Full moon power, the Baroness' noble sleep
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| The daily escape, nature’s mistake
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| Soon awake, ready for her nightly slay
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| She’s so ruthless, evil, grotesque
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| In her glory, the Baroness, godless
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| Blood is precious, so delicious
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| Vampire white, ferociously vicious breed
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| The Bleeding Baroness, hours of slumber
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| Just before, she will take you
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| And make you wish that you’d never been born
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| The Bleeding Baroness, crimes of passion
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| She needs you and feeds you
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| And bleeds you with the rise of the moon
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| Her heart is bleeding, time is fleeing
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| She’s barely breathing, Baroness, you’re an ancient rest
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| Now in shock, surprise in stock
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| You can’t stop the clock, soon extinct like the pest
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| The Bleeding Baroness, hours of slumber
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| Just before, she will take you
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| And make you wish that you’ve never been born
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| The Bleeding Baroness, crimes of passion
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| She needs you and feeds you
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| And bleeds you with the rise of the moon
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| Can you see her, slender and pale?
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| But so graceful, she walks down the stairs
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| A perception of mist fills the air
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| The kiss of darkness, the baron’s own heir
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| The white queen smiles, the creature’s alive
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| Thirsty forever, thirsty and proud
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| Her teeth drips of red, slowly down her chest
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| Blood is life, blood is death
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| In the tower, shadows lurk
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| Full moon power, the Baroness' noble sleep
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| The daily escape, nature’s mistake
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| Soon awake, ready for her nightly slay
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| The Bleeding Baroness, hours of slumber
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| Just before, she will take you
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| And make you wish that you’ve never been born
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| The Bleeding Baroness, crimes of passion
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| She needs you and feeds you
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| And bleeds you with the rise of the moon
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| The Bleeding Baroness
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| Hours of slumber
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| The Bleeding Baroness
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| The spell I’m under
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| What is the price for your beauty?
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| Who dies when you show all the jewels?
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| The morning comes like the tide
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| You wish you could turn back the time
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| There is no love in the chamber of blood |