| Edgar Cruelinstein, keeper of the graves
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| Has many things that should not be
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| The Necropolis he ruled on the edge of night
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| Was the only comfort of his troubled mind
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| So peaceful and dark in his own world
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| Only occasional visitors to disturb his demented
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| Though for he has a scheme, a crazy on at that
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| For he is about to make a deal with Vampire
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| Edgar watched with morbid interest
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| How quick and swift, a womans demise
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| Claws in her breast, tearing up the middle
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| Like a butcher gutting a hog
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| Then it begins to drink the blood
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| Drinking with great pleasure
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| Oh the blood tastes so sweet
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| And when it rises, there’s nothing left
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| Flesh and bones, a lifeless clump of puss
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| The horror before the sight before him
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| Makes him piss his pants
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| As they cynically remark that
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| They were getting thirsty
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| As he sits here, night after night
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| He watched with great interest
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| How they prayed on human blood,
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| One more to add there ranked
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| Or left drained dry to rot
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| Parasites who hath spawned from Hell
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| Satan’s Angels of Death
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| Please mister dark one, listen to me
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| I very much want to serve you
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| I’ve watched you, Nosferatus
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| I’ve seen the risks you take of the stake
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| and Sun, I shall give you blood
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| You’ll not have to take the risks
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| All I ask in return
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| Is some of the riches that you possess
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| So the deal was made,
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| Edgar sells them blood
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| But they have become wise,
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| for the blood is their own
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| In their lair they sleep,
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| Edgar walked light on his feet
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| In his hand the syringe
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| He must have blood
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| So that he shall be rich
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| We know your unfaithful ways
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| The reason for our growing weak
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| Now you must pay for the crimes
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| Commited against our sect
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| To wake thirsty in the night
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| Edgar, you foolish man
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| You will never die,
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| But you will be rich
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| Edgar’s never seen
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| In the light of the day
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| But you can see him
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| In the light of the moon
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| Sitting in his grave yard thinking
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| Of the day he tried to rule
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| He screams, he yells
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| He curses and kicks
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| When it’s done, Edgar kills again |