Vampire Lyrics - Rigor Mortis - Rigor Mortis

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 I'm my sorcery from hell 

Held in my bondage and tortured to death 

And you will rot!