| Lyrics: | I'm the cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones
I'm the shadow rippling cobblestones,
I'm the
stagnant swamp, the black lagoon
I'm the branches scratching at the moon
I'm the funeral
service, the unknown mourner
I'm the demon cowering in the corner
I'm the sexton's spade,
the new thrown clay
I'm what's left when they walk away
I'm the ebony coffin, satin
lining
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
I'm
the walking dead, the fly by night
I'm the last of the fading light
In the unbarred door,
the open encasement
I'm the stairs leading down to the basement
The four post bed, the let
down hair
I'm the cross that you forgot to wear
I'm the highest voltage, the shining
slab
The crack of midnight in the doctor's lab
I'm the night before, the morning
after
Echoing of the baron's laughter
Echoing of the baron's laughter
I'm Jonathan
Harker, I'm Lucy's trance
Elegant count's hypnotic glance
I'm the wooden mallet, the
sharpened stake
I'm the precautions you forgot to take
I'm the mummy's curse, the passing
bell
I'm the fortune they wouldn't tell
I'm pyromania, Transylvania
I'm out of breath,
I'm worse than death
I'm the late night air, exhilarating
I'm with you in the darkness,
waiting |
