This is what they wanted, always to feel hunted
Their minds that have to whisper, see in them a sister
Morning has come now they've flown
Or too thin the blood has run out
Now, he's having just one piece of
Candelabras lighted, Satan has been sighted

Transylvanian concubine

They know what they do is wrong

Never has there been an evening like
Wonder how they chew on their pointy
Transylvanian concubine
You can never be too rich
All the things that form their lives
Stay here with us, it's just time

What have you learned from what has been shown?
Meet and converse with them, marvel at their pale skin
Fangs ruin any cute pout
You know, what flows there like wine
To be countess in their hearts

Sorrow is their master, cackling with laughter
But they're dead, their sighs, their songs
Teeth and hair are a beauty, they know it's their duty
Look into their eyes and you'll be in
Cakey is their make up, catholics try to shake up