Rigor mortis - Vampire

Black is the night
Full is the moon
Picking the flesh from my teeth
The thick fog rises
Midnight is soon
Prowling the streets
Stalking for meat as the necrophiliac
You cannot hide
Because I will find you

And you will rot
Approaching my victim
I make my advance
My eyes have her entranced
With hands cold as death
And skin white as bone
Fangs are injected
Draining her blood
The whore lies in pain
With ripped out tendons
And the marks of hell
She will rot

The thick fog is rising
Up to the moon
The coffin opens
I am the one who rises from the grave
To drink the blood of the living
Feeding the maggots
Leftover flesh
It's frightening to know
That I am dead

And as the prince of hell
I'm calling you

Blood on the floor
Blood in my mouth
I love the taste of death
Decaying afterbirth
Falls from her face
To all of you people
Who do not believe
In my sorcery from hell
Held in my bondage and tortured to death
And you will rot!