Play for me my gypsy whilst the moon is at its high, Play for me so I can stir from the coffin where I lie
Your music brings my warriors back from their nightly flights, each one with fangs that drip a victims blood, from losing fights.
They cannot battle my vampires lust, for the blood of a maidens neck, so play for me my gypsy as the ravens start to peck, the bones of those that I have used for my nightly sup
so play your music gypsy girl whilst I drink from my bloody cup ,play sweet and low bathe in the light play while the moon is up
your music fires a warmth in me that I had thought was bled, for now the moon is low so I must, to my dungeon bed
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