| 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 (Repeat)
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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 |