Bats In The Bellfry

A restless spirit, deprived too young of life?s sweet

joys

The day they hang me I still curse

No cemetery pyre will make me decompose

Now at nightfall I start to roam

A maiden's neck

White and tender

I long to find

Fast wings, eager fangs

Like a bat I hunt

Garlic nor crosses will stop an undead villain

As you may always have believed

Only rays of sun can scare me into my old grave

To sleep concealed in earth of home

Nothing's hard cause

Ladies do like

Being sucked

Fast wings, eager fangs

Like a bat I hunt

Blood, steal from innocent virgins

Red, drops tickle in my tongue and throat

Screams, rebounce as I hasten away

Night, will eternally hide my sins