Lyrics




He dines alone in empty rooms
The sweet bouquet of withered blooms
His teeth long rotted to the root
He sucks the pulp of bruised fruit
Gone the bearing and the grace
Set sunken eyes and charnel face
He'll dye his hair and paint his nails
And rouge the cheeks that aging pales
Nosferatu
He sleeps the sleep of the undead
Nosferatu
And when he stands before the glass
No reflection does he cast
This vile disease that taints his line
Burns the fabric of his mind
He writhes accursed in his bed
The wretched sleep of the undead
The slow parade of faded friends
The long dark sleep that never ends
Nosferatu
He sleeps the sleep of the undead
Nosferatu
His great house rots with foul decay
He walks by night and sleeps by day
He'll rail the reaper, curse and loathe
He who waits and mocks him so
He writhes accursed in his bed
The wretched sleep of the undead
The slow parade of faded friends
The long dark sleep that never ends
Nosferatu
He sleeps the sleep of the undead
Nosferatu



Writer(s): Paul Roland


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