Bats In The Bellfry (Inquisicion)

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