Look into their eyes and you'll be in
Wonder how they chew on their pointy
Meet and converse with them, marvel at their pale skin
You can never be too rich
Now, he's having just one piece of
Sorrow is their master, cackling with laughter
Transylvanian concubine
They know what they do is wrong
Never has there been an evening like
All the things that form their lives
Their minds that have to whisper, see in them a sister
Or too thin the blood has run out
To be countess in their hearts
Candelabras lighted, Satan has been sighted
This is what they wanted, always to feel hunted
Teeth and hair are a beauty, they know it's their duty
But they're dead, their sighs, their songs
Transylvanian concubine
Fangs ruin any cute pout
You know, what flows there like wine
Morning has come now they've flown
Cakey is their make up, catholics try to shake up
Stay here with us, it's just time
