The bats are flying near the graves
Looking for fresh blood at satan's slaves
They live for thousand years due to the blood
They don't like the shining sun, they prefer dark
Never feeling pain, never being dead
But their lives are not happy, their lives are sad
Suffering from immortalize, they lost the sense of the life
They are of hell, they're demonized
Every night they bring the blood of a newborn kid
Biting his throat and drinking from it
The blood is life for them and immortalize
Never being feared and lived, they are king of the night
Hiding from the sunny rays, they sleep at their trees
At nights they leave their shelter and spread the disease
Their leader is Nosferatu, who is undead
He's master of rats and bats, as it is said
They should obey him in every single way
And to bring the death and fear every single day
Bats
© Copyright: Иван Старостенко, 2010
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