And all the while, as vampires feed
Prithee, my dear, why are we here?
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
There's a place in the buried west in a cave
Nobody knows, we go to sleep
As breathing flows, my mind secedes
The holes of hands, you can place a hand in hand
With a house in it in the clay