London After Midnight (Wrathchild America)

Too many times they tried to kill The Prince of the dark To put an end to his evil life By means of a stake through his heart But every time the sun goes down The terror starts to rise The gas lamps over the streets of London Flicker as his cape flies by He lost his soul to the king of darkness From the first lethal bite He lives his death in fear of the cross The urge to kill every night Too many countries have chased him hard To destroy his need for blood To seal his coffin with the ho1y nail To stop before he strikes again But every time they invade his castle Nosferatu was never there Those foolish victims are his next meal Death is in his stare He lost his soul to the king of darkness From the first lethal bite He lives his death in fear of the cross The urge to kill every night London after midnight Blood lust till the down London after midnight Your mortal life is gone Even he who is pure in heart And says his prayers by night May become a bat when the vampire prowls And the moon is full and bright Watch your neck What's that shadow on the wall A virgin boy on a black stallion Just walked across my grave London after midnight Blood lust till the down London after midnight Your mortal life is gone London after midnight Blood lust till the down London after midnight Your mortal life is gone