Vampire

Black is the night full is the moon
 Picking the flesh from my teeth
 The thick fog rises midnight is soon
 Prowling the streets stalking for meat as the necrophiliac
 You cannot hide because I will find you
 And you will rot
 Approaching my victim I make my advance
 My eyes have her entranced
 With hands cold as death and skin white as bone
 Fangs are injected draining her blood the whore lies in pain
 With ripped out tendons and the marks of hell
 She will rot
 The thick fog is rising up to the moon
 The coffin opens
 I am the one who rises from the grave
 To drink the blood of the living
 Feeding the maggots leftover flesh
 It's frightening to know that I am dead
 And as the prince of hell I'm calling you
 Blood on the floor, blood in my mouth
 I love the taste of death
 Decaying afterbirth falls from her face
 To all of you people who do not believe I'm my sorcery from hell
 Held in my bondage and tortured to death
 And you will rot!