Symphony Of Terror

With the curse of death he stands In the darkness cold and black Looking over the lands preparing his attack Hunger nagging at his belt Spreading his wings far and wide To sail across the countryside The impaler is known to everyone around He'll sneak into your room at night And feast without a sound He's a mysterious figure in black Roaming the city bringing death Pestilence from rats invaders by the score Plaguing the people with disease Running scared nowhere to go and nowhere to hide Running through the woods and over the countryside Must escape this nightmare, put an end to this dream Let us come together, put an end to all his schemes. Nosferatu is his name and he's spreading his curse 'Cross the land, feel his eyes take your soul Heed my words, run if you can