Iım the cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones
Iım the shadow rippling cobblestones,
Iım the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon
Iım the branches scratching at the moon
Iım the funeral service, the unknown mourner
Iım the demon cowering in the corner
Iım the sextonıs spade, the new thrown clay
Iım whatıs left when they walk away
Iım the ebony coffin, satin lining
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Echoing of the baronıs laughter
Echoing of the baronıs laughter
Iım Jonathan Harker, Iım Lucyıs trance
Elegant countıs hypnotic glance
Iım the wooden mallet, the sharpened stake
Iım the precautions you forgot to take
Iım the mummyıs curse, the passing bell
Iım the fortune they wouldnıt tell
Iım pyromania, Transylvania Iım out of breath,
Iım worse than death
Iım the late night air, exhilarating
Iım with you in the darkness, waiting
Iım the shadow rippling cobblestones,
Iım the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon
Iım the branches scratching at the moon
Iım the funeral service, the unknown mourner
Iım the demon cowering in the corner
Iım the sextonıs spade, the new thrown clay
Iım whatıs left when they walk away
Iım the ebony coffin, satin lining
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Echoing of the baronıs laughter
Echoing of the baronıs laughter
Iım Jonathan Harker, Iım Lucyıs trance
Elegant countıs hypnotic glance
Iım the wooden mallet, the sharpened stake
Iım the precautions you forgot to take
Iım the mummyıs curse, the passing bell
Iım the fortune they wouldnıt tell
Iım pyromania, Transylvania Iım out of breath,
Iım worse than death
Iım the late night air, exhilarating
Iım with you in the darkness, waiting
Last night I lay awake My eyes were dry with the pain Sometimes I wish that I would just die To save me from s...
Dance with me my dear On a floor of bones and skulls The music is our master The devil controls our souls S...
I m tired of looking It s not in my vision I m tired of seeing Don t wanna see this I m tired of hearin...
I never got along with the girls at my school Filling me up with all their morals and their rules They d pile a...
80 times was all it took for him he has no more tries No one seems to care too much for him You can see it in hi...
Cry above the nameless grave But all that s there is motionless Angels sob with vermin s fangs A funeral di...
I can hear the sounds of laughter Could it be they re laughing at me I can hear the roar of thunder I ...
A lonely teenage daydream Of things that I might have been A surreal kind of thinking Keeps drifting in ...
We met two men from other sides on a walk down by the river side Trigger finger itching to see some action h...
They never knew me Until they needed me That s when they called on the phone for me One life you give it to yo...
