[6/8]
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Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.
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The flames burn glaringly higher.
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And the eyes that stare through the darkness,
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though they have no form, there's no need for alarm.
Chorus:
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So burn.
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So burn, burn the flames, higher, and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire.
Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ.
The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell.
And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house --
a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit --
every creature is stirring, even the mouse.
[Chorus]
[Solo]
Here I sit, myself, at my instruments.
Here they sit at their instruments,
and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.
"The children of the night, what music we make!"
[Chorus]
[Solo 2 / Outro]