| Too many times they tried to kill
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| The Prince of the dark
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| To put an end to his evil life
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| By means of a stake through his heart
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| But every time the sun goes down
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| The terror starts to rise
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| The gas lamps over the streets of London
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| Flicker as his cape flies by
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| He lost his soul to the king of darkness
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| From the first lethal bite
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| He lives his death in fear of the cross
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| The urge to kill every night
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| Too many countries have chased him hard
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| To destroy his need for blood
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| To seal his coffin with the holy nail
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| To stop before he strikes again
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| But every time they invade his castle
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| Nosferatu was never there
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| Those foolish victims are his next meal
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| Death is in his stare
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| He lost his soul to the king of darkness
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| From the first lethal bite
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| He lives his death in fear of the cross
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| The urge to kill every night
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| London after midnight
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| Blood lust till the dawn
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| London after midnight
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| Your mortal life is gone
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| Even he who is pure in heart
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| And says his prayers by night
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| May become a bat when the vampire prowls
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| And the moon is full and bright
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| Watch your neck
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| What’s that shadow on the wall
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| A virgin boy on a black stallion
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| Just walked across my grave oh no
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| London after midnight
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| Blood lust till the dawn
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| London after midnight
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| Your mortal life is gone
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| London after midnight
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| Blood lust till the dawn
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| London after midnight
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| Your mortal life is gone |