Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Dressed up to the nines
Dancin' three-quarter time
The champagne is on ice
No one's gonna guess
In your brand new dress
Girl, you sure look nice
Have a good time
Honey, don't look back
Stone in the middle of the aftermath
Don't wink, don't blink
Don't let `em think
His leavin's got you down
Stand straight, hang tough
When they bring it up
Baby hold your ground
If they pry, don't sigh
Pass it off with a laugh
It's all part of living through the aftermath <
Shadows of the Undead
The Glance of the Red Wine,
so lovely in dim Starlight
Only the Moon is Witness of my Revenge
"Thee robbed me my most precious,
so await my sinister Lust
Lycanthropia, I hunt the Night
the Tears of Thine for me like Showers of Gold"
Thy feeble Screams create the Mood of Symphonies to my Ears
For the Blood of the Weak, who took away my Dearest,
is Water of the eternal Life
floating through my Veins
Like a Shark in deep-blue Waters I dive
into Black Sky,
tasting Thy Blood
"Ah, strengthen me mortal Creatures!"
Whilst I feel the Hour arriving when lunar Light will caress
the Grave of my Beloved with Resurrection
Thou feel Death's Claws
Death's pure Claws