Bats In The Bellfry
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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
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