The curtains eerily blow as there seems to be a storm brewing outside
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The roaring thunder, the flashing lightning, a perfectly ghastly night just for the likes of you
You are a member of the undead, you have came to me before as you told me you want to make me one of your brides
I check to make sure I have my crucifix around my neck, because to keep you away my choices are few.
You honestly think I want to join you, a devilish demon within the ranks of the undead?
Wolfbane, garlic, my crucifix, all these I use to help keep you away from me
Feeling safe from you I head off to bed
I think I have done everything I can to assure you can't get close to me.
It is really too bad you are one of the undead
Because you are very dashing and handsome
There is no way I could conform to your life style, especially drinking the thick liquid which you require that is so red
I see you at my window, as you look in and peer
When you come to me, I hope you see my crucifix so you will go.
I hear the window as it quietly raises, as I think you, you don't want me to hear
I know you are inside, as I hear you creep across the floor
I look up and you are here, I feel your hot breath, I see your red glowing eyes, I see them so very clear
My crucifix, I make sur you see it, you turn and flee as I know of this you want to see no more.