In the night-time, be wary
Vampires, shadowed and scary
Prowl the village by scent
From yonder castle, they fly
On blackest wing, darkest sky
Hark, the vampires descent
The damned doomed dead are dancing
On grave mounds, they are prancing
Lit by the moon’s crescent
The villagers, weeping
At the twilight creeping
Of the vampire lords ascent
The neck blood, still seeping
From the virgins, sleeping
Oh, the vampire lords torment
A bride for his keeping
Her life and youth, fleeting
Her soul, forever condemned.
In church hall, villagers gather
To face the darkness together
And pray for a hero, heavensent
Prayers intercepted, they fell
Took the short road straight down to hell
Doomed, damned, dead, the villagers lament
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